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david halo - LOW PROFILE / 8PM AT 88 RADIO INTERLUDE (feat. Lil Senju) Lyrics



david halo - LOW PROFILE / 8PM AT 88 RADIO INTERLUDE (feat. Lil Senju) Lyrics




(Pss!) Yo, huh, yo, yo
Ayy, yo, okay, yeah, aye, huh

I just bopped in (Big bopped in)
I just found out I'm top ten (How the f*ck you just found out?)
I been playing y'all like chess
It is about time we addressed this
You ain't VIP, I take your favorite song off of my setlist
I been top ten since top tens weren't reckless
I was just in Manhattan, I'm movin with my bretheren
Chasing deads, I'm more for president, shit I mighta quit
I'm surprised I wasn't into pills, the state that I was in
Move a case of meds, face of reds, pop a Vicodin
Had me going crazy, saw a demon, started fightin shit
Couldn't choose between the two pills like the Matrix
So I took em both and fell off of the earth on both faces
Pulp Fiction, that's great, fascinate, I'm gone off of the shit
Harbor me off to the lake and drop me in off where it split
Kept a low profile for so long
Where did I go wrong?

What if, what if, what if, what if
(What the f*ck are you talking bout my guy?)
What if, what if, what if, what if (Okay, um)
I'm somethin else, what if, what if
(I kept a low profile for so long)
Aye, aye, aye

Where do I start? I can't really make this up
Shadows, shadows in the dark, when my feet are in the mud
Took the Metro North to Queens, I saw plenty with the guns
Switchin up identities, infidelity for fun, aye
Aye, fixed up
Many motherf*ckers can tell you I never switched up
Pistols and choppas like holy father, he a rich one
Beating up toddlers and taking money from a rich nun
What the f*ck you doing man?
Why you influenced by losers that never knew the plan?
Why your intuitive food for thought from the fruit of man?
I went to Hooter's, got fired up from a Uzi fan
Trippin, I was jumpin off the roof like I flew em in
Sightings, I put my pen to the pad and forget it
I feel fighters from Venice, I'm here to triumph the menace
Five percent, early retirement letters
More fire the better, more lightning the weather
More hype in the demo, more fights in the ghetto
I'm a (King, yeah) kingpin (Woah!)
I been down bad f*cked up, ran my luck up
Fantasize bout getting bucks up, was trippin up, up
Was trippin on the steps
Was trippin on the deck
Switch this shit up like an interlude
I work with the criminals like I'm feeling for Fentanyl
Gady beat the case, I hit the ceiling fan in the mall
Tay-K beat the race, I ran a marathon to celebrate
Balanced for a minute every project then I elevate
I was shootin shit like that motherf*cking lemonade
Wanted love, HIV is all I get today

I'm just f*ckin around
Profit Plus Money Gang in it
Yeah, yeah
What are you talkin bout?
Wanted love, HIV is all I get today
I f*ck with that
(Naturally, you f*ck with me?)

What's hot on the block everybody, it is your host Eighty-Eight
And I'm afraid to say, we're just about done for today
But make sure you guys come back tomorrow
Because we're going to be playing Profit Plus classics non-stop
(Life of a killa, in search of hunnid dolla billas)
And make sure you guys tuned in to hear the winners for 2 tickets to the
Brokeboi Maj concert at the Madison Square garden this Sunday
And if haven't entered, make sure to call our hotline at 1-800-(censored)38
(With these bars I'm the smartestest, wipe your blood on the carpet)
Those are all the annoncuments we have for this program
We're gonna play a few more songs, and then we're gonna close out the night
So I hope you guys enjoy and rememeber, the best way to end your day is 8PM at 88 Radio
Stay fresh people
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(Pss!) Yo, huh, yo, yo
Ayy, yo, okay, yeah, aye, huh

I just bopped in (Big bopped in)
I just found out I'm top ten (How the f*ck you just found out?)
I been playing y'all like chess
It is about time we addressed this
You ain't VIP, I take your favorite song off of my setlist
I been top ten since top tens weren't reckless
I was just in Manhattan, I'm movin with my bretheren
Chasing deads, I'm more for president, shit I mighta quit
I'm surprised I wasn't into pills, the state that I was in
Move a case of meds, face of reds, pop a Vicodin
Had me going crazy, saw a demon, started fightin shit
Couldn't choose between the two pills like the Matrix
So I took em both and fell off of the earth on both faces
Pulp Fiction, that's great, fascinate, I'm gone off of the shit
Harbor me off to the lake and drop me in off where it split
Kept a low profile for so long
Where did I go wrong?

What if, what if, what if, what if
(What the f*ck are you talking bout my guy?)
What if, what if, what if, what if (Okay, um)
I'm somethin else, what if, what if
(I kept a low profile for so long)
Aye, aye, aye

Where do I start? I can't really make this up
Shadows, shadows in the dark, when my feet are in the mud
Took the Metro North to Queens, I saw plenty with the guns
Switchin up identities, infidelity for fun, aye
Aye, fixed up
Many motherf*ckers can tell you I never switched up
Pistols and choppas like holy father, he a rich one
Beating up toddlers and taking money from a rich nun
What the f*ck you doing man?
Why you influenced by losers that never knew the plan?
Why your intuitive food for thought from the fruit of man?
I went to Hooter's, got fired up from a Uzi fan
Trippin, I was jumpin off the roof like I flew em in
Sightings, I put my pen to the pad and forget it
I feel fighters from Venice, I'm here to triumph the menace
Five percent, early retirement letters
More fire the better, more lightning the weather
More hype in the demo, more fights in the ghetto
I'm a (King, yeah) kingpin (Woah!)
I been down bad f*cked up, ran my luck up
Fantasize bout getting bucks up, was trippin up, up
Was trippin on the steps
Was trippin on the deck
Switch this shit up like an interlude
I work with the criminals like I'm feeling for Fentanyl
Gady beat the case, I hit the ceiling fan in the mall
Tay-K beat the race, I ran a marathon to celebrate
Balanced for a minute every project then I elevate
I was shootin shit like that motherf*cking lemonade
Wanted love, HIV is all I get today

I'm just f*ckin around
Profit Plus Money Gang in it
Yeah, yeah
What are you talkin bout?
Wanted love, HIV is all I get today
I f*ck with that
(Naturally, you f*ck with me?)

What's hot on the block everybody, it is your host Eighty-Eight
And I'm afraid to say, we're just about done for today
But make sure you guys come back tomorrow
Because we're going to be playing Profit Plus classics non-stop
(Life of a killa, in search of hunnid dolla billas)
And make sure you guys tuned in to hear the winners for 2 tickets to the
Brokeboi Maj concert at the Madison Square garden this Sunday
And if haven't entered, make sure to call our hotline at 1-800-(censored)38
(With these bars I'm the smartestest, wipe your blood on the carpet)
Those are all the annoncuments we have for this program
We're gonna play a few more songs, and then we're gonna close out the night
So I hope you guys enjoy and rememeber, the best way to end your day is 8PM at 88 Radio
Stay fresh people
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