Lower Level #NutSax

[Mike Tyson Intro]

Oh you talking out of term

I think we are all talking together

I normally don’t do interview with woman

Unless I’m fornicating with them

So you shouldn't talk any more

[Troy Ave]

You see it’s back and forth in this mother fucker

I’m making my way to the top

Stealing my swag

I don’t give no credit we just cashing out

We don’t use credit you heard

Got it got it

V8 driving he’s he stay flying

You know got this on sumo  balling like Juco

Dope boy troy the hottest nigga out of New York

City mother fucker is still crazy mother fucker

Not a tight pants wanting to be pretty mother fucker

Fuck her i just wanted to be rich got all my grizzy With my butter

Breaking down the grizzy ten times with the cutter

Ten dimes one each than eating with each other

The fenes don’t suffer with i

I do it over I fuck who ever judge

But i do this to survive i guess I’m the fittest cause

I get the work out then i murk out

Somewhere freeway so I got nothing to worry about

Except these bitches I’m a fuck and I forget my toothbrush

And the kicks that goes with these shorts damn I hate to rush

Gave me a rush counting a quarter million in twenties

That’s why I made a song called all about the money

And all about God I’m religious but I don’t follow

The commandments who wrote all them shit was suspicious

Thou shall not kill but i kill the crack game

My uncle too it’s in my jeans I’m not talking about Balmain

Put niggers in a box, they done for, lo mien

My eyes have been Chinese before I smoked the loud mayne

Damn I’m higher than a mug

Asking questions like how much longer I can I be a thug

I don’t think I’m but society said that I was

Or Is, I mean am

If I don’t then I’m damned if i do I’m the man

To niggas who don’t matter

In the book of life they don’t have a single chapter

Think about it the impressing broke niggas and broke bitches

Hardly ever leads to more figures

Just smoke snitches because they jealous or afraod

It’s more roses for your graves

I’m on a whole nother level writing lines with a shovel

I’m so underground I get beats from the devil

Or chasing cash cause I’m chasing pedal fast

I would drive around a BMX bike to the bag

I’m on a whole other level i write rhymes with the shovel

I’m so underground I get beats from the devil

Or chasing cash cause I’m chasing pedal fast

I would drive around a BMX bike to the bag

I heard i couldn't count a hood when i was back home i

Had to buy another crib that would be three i own

My new album december 4th I’m back in my zone

Put your head by my body for my dick sucker like Sax Phone

Twitter fingers how many times you going to tweeting

I’m always on the flyers i guess you always to afraid to meet me

And it starts with my nose and my ears and wrist

If you tough i dare you take it

And use this cheque I’m calling you out

But you only answer to Instagramming

What do we expect from a low level scandal

And facts you just gossip girl

No sex you need to stop it girl

You been wagging for bozos to a board

Alligator watchman in the eyes of the Lord

And the eyes on me I get money

I made a million while you made jokes

Now that’s funny ha ha ha

Ha ha ha six figures for my car

Drop a taxi to a boy and look how far you are

Goddamn i can’t thought you just came to hate

I came to motivate and who is really real and who’s fake

It’s really hit me two hundred times

In my matrix and its all for these hoes

And it’s all for attention

You just want to be invited to chill and just take pictures

Damn girl you are more bitch that these bitches

When you thought medium when the door hit the border

I represent the street if your are in it you are for sure

Avenue mad revenue farm passing through

Is my world sex or you just a squirrel on my casuals

Enough hunger rap pa lacking on the group

We gangster through the phone with real nigga persauna

Cash beat you up in jail that was the end

You beat up a chick went back to jail

That was if i ever for aile Emma with aile

I’m laughing to the bank it's got this punk checking the mail

Word  uh I’m the rich nigga what the fuck are you

You is a bitch nigga what you going to do

Not a thing in life that you all can connect

And the most you might go to the internet

With thurs moving it’s all about if it's gangster

A pussy chump for a page

Hashtag nut sack

I’m on a whole other level i write rhymes with the shovel

I’m so underground I get beats from the devil

Or chasing cash cause I’m chasing pedal fast

I would drive around a BMX bike to the bag

I’m on a whole other level i write rhymes with the shovel

I’m so underground I get beats from the devil

Or chasing cash cause I’m chasing pedal fast

I would drive around a BMX bike to the bag nigga