Stay Low Mick Jenkins

[Chorus]
Stay low
It's how a nigga move through the streets relative ease
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
Nigga, stay low (nigga)
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know

[Verse]
I'm a southside nigga, it ain't too many places get as cold as this
Well I'm good in yo culdesac
Ain't no hood wit' me, I ain't on no cobra shit
No more woods when I roll a pack
I'm about this paper like a river ride
5 different revenue streams coming
Try to pay my time, pray to God that I'm living right
I ain't even got a gun, all these differеnt magazines coming
I be running from it, trust me I bе ducking fans sometimes
Wasn't wit' me shooting in the gym
Writing on my flip phone, scribbling on loose leaf
Tryna rep my zip code, pulling up in hoopties, damn
In a old school currently
Filing all my currency, I
Never been concerned wit' niggas keeping eyes on me
Moving just like I got pies on me
You won't find on me