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Lyrics : Lower Level Talk
[Intro]
(Damn, Keith Savage)
Aye (Uh-uh, uh), I was just facing 65 years (Mm-mm)
But God had another plan (Mm-mm), yeah
[Verse 1]
I had a Bunkie named Carlito (Named Carlito)
He fighting cases, but I pray they let him free though (Man, I pray they let you free though)
First I met a dude name Draco (Yeah, Draco)
Every night I was venting, that shit was straight though (Man, that shit was straight though)
I met Lil B, he on the way though (He on the way though)
That guy a hunnid, I can see it in his face though, for real (Free that nigga)
I met Wile, he’ll murder you (Murder you)
Booty eatin’ Bunkie, play with Boogie, they’ll murder you (Grrt), yeah
Jayvo, he just beat the case (Case)
Play on the streets, we on go we unloading the cage (Triple M's)
I had to see these niggas plenty days (Plenty, uh)
Staying up and laying down, sharing plenty trays (On lockdown)
Lower level real torture (Torture), Memphis mobs niggas runnin' shit like real horses (Damn)
I met some thuggin' ass niggas for real, question (Question)
How many killers showed you love in jail? No question (Yeah, they did)
Them niggas never had jobs, them niggas dry with the rod
Some kill in broad day, but we was all in one part
Fans sending hot plates and sending letters and cards (Master card)
They didn’t know I was coming, I just responded, "Thank God" (Thank God)
[Verse 2]
I talked to Q damn near everyday (That’s my blood )
He was heartbroken when I left him home, now he straight (You good nigga?)
I was missing Raya everyday (Raya)
I told Reauna, "Be cool, stop cryin’, I’m on the way" (I got you my love)
Huncho cried when I hit the gates (Best friend)
Rudeboy holding it in, he said, “Boog you straight” (My lil demon), yeah
Zell cried, hit that head with me (My dawg)
Richard eyes was red as hell, that shit was scared to me (My dawg), for real
KJ keep one in the head with it (Cuh)
I pray for cuz ’cause I don’t want to see you dead with it, love you (Love you)
Let me talk this time out for Godice (Godice)
You my brother and I love you, but you loving backwards, aye (Bullshit)
You loving people that don’t know shit about you (You bullshittin')
Open your eyes before they close, this your last chapter (You bullshittin')
Then Askew, I just can’t avoid it (Ooh)
You know you hurt me like you did, I felt disappointed (Still do)
You had me lonely in the fucking cell (For real)
If you was jailing, I want half, that’s what’s brothers do, for real
You know I’m riding right or wrong with you (Or wrong)
I wasn’t gon’ say nothing to you ’cause you wrong nigga (For real, nigga)
I still love you, I don’t dislike you (Dislike you)
God showed me you can really live your life without me (You left me, nigga)
Then T-Bo, we brothers, we close (We close)
I just feel like you don’t really take me serious though (Change that), yeah
Then Bean, I love you bro, just listen (Look)
It ain’t no beef with me and you, we just keeping distance (We fam)
But if it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you back (Fuck you)
But I can’t say that to you thug, I always had your back (R4L business)
[Outro]
This that lower level talk (Damn, Keith Savage)
(This that lower level talk)
This my lower level talk
(This my lower level talk)
I had to lower level talk
(I had to lower level talk)
This the lower level talk
(I got chills in this bitch)
Lower level talk
(Damn, Keith Savage)
Aye (Uh-uh, uh), I was just facing 65 years (Mm-mm)
But God had another plan (Mm-mm), yeah
[Verse 1]
I had a Bunkie named Carlito (Named Carlito)
He fighting cases, but I pray they let him free though (Man, I pray they let you free though)
First I met a dude name Draco (Yeah, Draco)
Every night I was venting, that shit was straight though (Man, that shit was straight though)
I met Lil B, he on the way though (He on the way though)
That guy a hunnid, I can see it in his face though, for real (Free that nigga)
I met Wile, he’ll murder you (Murder you)
Booty eatin’ Bunkie, play with Boogie, they’ll murder you (Grrt), yeah
Jayvo, he just beat the case (Case)
Play on the streets, we on go we unloading the cage (Triple M's)
I had to see these niggas plenty days (Plenty, uh)
Staying up and laying down, sharing plenty trays (On lockdown)
Lower level real torture (Torture), Memphis mobs niggas runnin' shit like real horses (Damn)
I met some thuggin' ass niggas for real, question (Question)
How many killers showed you love in jail? No question (Yeah, they did)
Them niggas never had jobs, them niggas dry with the rod
Some kill in broad day, but we was all in one part
Fans sending hot plates and sending letters and cards (Master card)
They didn’t know I was coming, I just responded, "Thank God" (Thank God)
[Verse 2]
I talked to Q damn near everyday (That’s my blood )
He was heartbroken when I left him home, now he straight (You good nigga?)
I was missing Raya everyday (Raya)
I told Reauna, "Be cool, stop cryin’, I’m on the way" (I got you my love)
Huncho cried when I hit the gates (Best friend)
Rudeboy holding it in, he said, “Boog you straight” (My lil demon), yeah
Zell cried, hit that head with me (My dawg)
Richard eyes was red as hell, that shit was scared to me (My dawg), for real
KJ keep one in the head with it (Cuh)
I pray for cuz ’cause I don’t want to see you dead with it, love you (Love you)
Let me talk this time out for Godice (Godice)
You my brother and I love you, but you loving backwards, aye (Bullshit)
You loving people that don’t know shit about you (You bullshittin')
Open your eyes before they close, this your last chapter (You bullshittin')
Then Askew, I just can’t avoid it (Ooh)
You know you hurt me like you did, I felt disappointed (Still do)
You had me lonely in the fucking cell (For real)
If you was jailing, I want half, that’s what’s brothers do, for real
You know I’m riding right or wrong with you (Or wrong)
I wasn’t gon’ say nothing to you ’cause you wrong nigga (For real, nigga)
I still love you, I don’t dislike you (Dislike you)
God showed me you can really live your life without me (You left me, nigga)
Then T-Bo, we brothers, we close (We close)
I just feel like you don’t really take me serious though (Change that), yeah
Then Bean, I love you bro, just listen (Look)
It ain’t no beef with me and you, we just keeping distance (We fam)
But if it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you back (Fuck you)
But I can’t say that to you thug, I always had your back (R4L business)
[Outro]
This that lower level talk (Damn, Keith Savage)
(This that lower level talk)
This my lower level talk
(This my lower level talk)
I had to lower level talk
(I had to lower level talk)
This the lower level talk
(I got chills in this bitch)
Lower level talk
