SILENCE Lyrics

Keep it all quiet and stay on the low

These mother fuckers talk they don't want you to glow

My homies they ride, put you on the floor

Meet a new section I open the door

Makin my dough while I'm snapping a bowl

Chasin the paper till bank on swole

Know I be spitting just like I was cole

Lord forgive me and my soul

I feel bad when the bank slow

I feel bad when the hate show

I feel bad when the one that you wanted

Don't like you so you gotta lay low

I hit you back with the late flow

Tryna go bag for bag though

Cop a new pair of the Jordans don't care if I afford it

I'm still gonna pay hoe

I'm too busy with making my plays

Stacking my streams and I'm changing my lanes

Went from the plains now I'm riding a plane

Quit playing with me I don't fuck with the lames

The silence so loud, I might take another hit

Got a roll with a tip and a hollow in it

We keeping it raw when we light up a spliff

And the names in my phone they ain't rocking with it

Keep it all quiet and stay on the low

These mother fuckers talk they don't want you to glow

My homies they ride, put you on the floor

Meet a new section I open the door

Makin my dough while I'm snappin a bowl

Chasin the paper till bank on swole

Know I be spitting just like I was cole

Lord forgive me and my soul

I got the shit imma flex

Bitch I'm the shit I'm up next

I'm moving to quick I don't know where I'm headed

The moment might change and the same my direction

I keep myself stepping but lately I'm stressing

Trying to find a reaction

Trying to find a distraction

The guilt just might make you a fraction

Of the man that you was before

Got my eyes up and my head low

Keep my mouth shut but my ears stay woke

This shit really ain't no joke

I can't speak cus my tongue cold

All that fake still have me froze

You ain't my dawg you just a hoe I shoulda known

Keep it all quiet and stay on the low

These mother fuckers talk they don't want you to glow

My homies they ride, put you on the floor

Meet a new section I open the door

Makin my dough while I'm snappin a bowl

Chasin the paper till bank on swole

Know I be spitting just like I was cole

Lord forgive me and my soul