Chuck Gibbs, in the building
I got my man Dakota
He showed up; he showed out. And we chilling
Late night, beat knocking, Danny taking notes
Turn a simple sample complicated. Reverse it, discombobulate it
I'm not concerned with the norm or how my thoughts form or who hate it
The skill got 'em looking like they caught in a fart storm
My art's informal
Conversate with myself more than anyone else just so I'm informed
Danny one helluva moron
Slick pour it on thick for a no one with no gun
You'd think he flowed for fun and not for funds
By the songs he sung on a scale of one, two, three, four, five, etcetera
I'm not but I'll be John Browned if I don't get it done at 50 something
Get you sumbitches some bitches talking shit and still want a picture witcha, what?
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low, low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding, low low pro riding, low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding, low low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low, low pro riding, low pro riding
Yeah I'm active, you see the tape how I did it bastard
Ain't no clashing, I just synchronize on most shit
Made sure my mind clear before I go dive in
You know how this gone go, learning more of the G code
Got respect anywhere that my feet touchdown
Feature price go up everytime I read more books
Built angles responsibilities got way big, 3 years stacked knowledge on data & made more moves
Mentality values add more with more mentors
Shroom coasting for me it's enhancement!
Let me show you sumn
I'm from the bottom, got no inheritance
Bike ride anywhere I got my mind most set
Do us all favor Study how to get more check
Ain't going even cap when I ride its a semi
Ain' taking nun them Ls, when I learn it it's a lesson
Low pro riding when I slide thru the city
Low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low, low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding, low low pro riding, low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding, low low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low, low pro riding, low pro riding
Coming fresh off a packed show
Basking in that glow Mac-town brought it to the hummingbird and we pushed the wattage
'Til it rattled windows in bars of every near or far cottage
Jail house or ale house in hamlets for miles around since the movie version I envision it with inaccurate precision
Of course I'ma force of nature
The tug speedman of hip-hop, drunk dreamer
AKA big shot
A hardy har har is in order
No paparazzi popping snapshots
Not a reporter for years in any direction, not like there ever was
But I'm still here to tickle ya ears
I been ridiculed by peers
Not one to claim he's too tuff, too tuff
I'm just raw widdit
When I, when I slide through the city
Low, low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding, low low pro riding, low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding, low low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low pro riding when I slide through the city
Low, low pro riding, low pro riding
