For the Low E

Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah. Way too flashy for these niggas, They talk bro talk. Diamonds dancing on these niggas at the disco. Channel 5 just said a nigga just got stepped On. My wrist so sick, I think my shit Need to get checked on. Moving at a pace, they wanna race, they better Press the gas. Looking at my pace, you cannot Say that Pace ain't showing ass. Two million for my spot, I feel like Peezy When he dropped the track. You can hate me all you want, you'll never Pass me, that's a fact. Niggas jealous of it, huh? So what, bitch, go get a bag. Drop the D'usse in the cup, feel like I Brought Pimp C back. Don't got time to argue, bitch, I'm thugging first, About to trap. Junkie sleeping on the carpet. Life is hard 'cause people heartless. Rapping like your favorite artist, favorite artist. Yeah. Moving like I'm starving 'cause regardless I'm The one you fall on. Bitch, don't call me tryna argue, get the fuck Off my phone. She been wavy ever since a nigga just went Solo. With this vibe, she on my time, We taking shots in NoLo. Don't confuse me with these guys, I speak the Facts, they so-so. In this life, it's up and downs and shit Just like the low-low. I can't give up, no-no. I can't quit, I'm so low. If getting that money, these hoes gon' blow up Your phone. She like, "Pace, can you get me?" I said, "Bitch, come to my home." And regardless, they talking, but what the fuck Niggas on? You know the bodies, they cheap. You know my price for the low. I might hit the overseas, spend fifty G's, All Euros. Hit the fashion week and spill some ashes on My good clothes. I be popping player shit, These niggas be talking that bro talk. I'ma stick to the model hoes, they suck dick 'til they get lockjaw. Ask about my gang, Just break them letters, gon' get white chalk. Chrome heart on my lenses, pull up Benz, I'm a big dog. I be getting out my Body, don't need no molly to need a lift Off. You niggas had your time, but now it's Time for Pace to get a spin off. Tell me who got more B's than us. Tell me who got more cheese than us. Back when I ain't have a dollar, tell me Who believed in us. Tell me who gon' pull your hair, grab your Neck and squeeze it up. Tell me who gon' cop you a Benz, put You in that G-Wag truck. If you that money, these hoes gon' blow up Your phone. She like, "Pace, can you get me?" I said, "Bitch, come to home." And regardless, they talking, but what the fuck Niggas on? You know the bodies, they cheap. You know my price for the low. Uh-huh. Yeah. Low, Uh. Uh. Low. Uh. Uh. Yeah. Oh.