Keeping my head on a swivel

I'm not the man in the middle

Serving a kilo in Brickell

Yes I'm a Crip, but I'll never be crippled

Keeping my head on a swivel

I'm not the man in the middle

Serving a kilo in Brickell

Yes I'm a Crip, but I'll never be crippled

The D for Dani, and the 'Lo for Lowkey

Asking too much questions, thought you was the police

Niggas get to telling

Wishing death upon me

No I'm not a felon, but I got it on me

People can't stand me, because I be OD

But they pockets flat, like their name is Stanley

Run my twenties back, Andrew Jacksons can't leave

Run my twenties back, Andrew Jacksons can't leave

Pour up, pour up

Taking yo' BM to bora, bora, bora

Making money while you snoring, snoring, snoring

Smoking this weed now I'm soaring, soaring soaring

I feel like Lebron, how I'm scoring

Hating on us you got no game

Hating on us you got no game

'Boutta blow up like a propane

'Boutta blow up like a propane

Hitting one hundred and forty, I'm maxing the dash and I'm looking at you in the slow Lane

Niggas be wanting to catch up to me, got me looking at them, I'm like no mane

Trapping out the forest, got me feeling like I'm Smokey

Served some dubs in Yellowstone, my top custo' was Yogi

All these shawtys know me

Why she tryna blow me

No I'm not Thor's brother, but you know that I be lowkey

Keeping my head on a swivel

I'm not the man in the middle

Serving a kilo in Brickell

Yes I'm a Crip, but I'll never be crippled

Keeping my head on a swivel

I'm not the man in the middle

Serving a kilo in Brickell

Yes I'm a Crip, but I'll never be crippled

The D for Dani, and the 'Lo for Lowkey

Asking too much questions, thought you was the police

Niggas get to telling

Wishing death upon me

No I'm not a felon, but I got it on me