Low Rawz Artilla (Ft. Ghetts)

[Hook: Rawz Artilla]
I'm in the whip with my seat down low
Hat down low, everything low
I tell them this is how it goes
Weed smoke got my eyes all low
This is how I roll (this is how I roll)
This is how I roll (just in case you didn't know)
Tell them this is how I roll
This is how I roll, I'm in a whip with my seat down low

[Verse 1: Rawz Artilla]
Five star years back, and it's a fucking rap
What I spit ain't no fictions, boy, I'm spitting facts
Real talk, no Diva D, it's more than rap
I'm serious and organised, something like a filofax
I'm in the whip with my seat down low
Hat low, weed smoke got my eyes all low
When I roll on the roads, rudeboy, I stay thugging it
I'm my own boss and I'm loving it
So fix your face, rudeboy, or get your face fixed
Cause Rawz Artilla's reloaded like The Matrix
And then I'm rolling up, then I'm lighting up
Inhale, exhale, offer whisky, Dutch
You might see me on the lean when I'm driving
The hood's real bent so I listen for them sirens
They wanna catch me riding dirty like Chamillionnaire
But I'm rolling on the low, they can't see me clear