Lyrics:
Slow Down (Skrt Skrt Skrt)
To many lames, to many fakes Ain't got time for it
All I see is money looking out these Tom Fords
And I stand for change cause
the toaster
Tie u da back of a truck by ya loafers
Bouta do the dash make it drift
Roller coaster
Way more fun
Than the gun in my holster
Lawd what u doin
I
(And have you even bothered to look)
[Verse 2]
Been going hard all day,
Been a minute since I did it like this,
No one get in my way,
And please
buk, by popular demand
We back by popular demand, doin' it big
As big as we, can, divided we fall, united we, stand
My pockets got the green but I'm not
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
a way
Everyday I just hope I see a better day
Chain on my neck blind your ass like some pepper spray
When its all over i'm praying I walk through heaven
a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe
hoes, have them girls recoverin' for days
A nigga like me, I have a girl head in a daze
And I never eat pussy 'cause I'm too stubborn in my ways, come
On and on and on and on
I think of you since you've been gone
And every night before I wake
dream of days gone by to mend my heartbreak
The sun
the fangs off a cotton mouth|Right there by my house way out in the south|Know what I'm talkin' bout, it would appear no|Girl who's that zero, I am the hero,
lane
I did it all my way won’t never change
I get it how I live and live it how I get it
Puffing cubano leafs sipping on something vintage
I get it how I
I drive it fast, burn up the road
I got the load
I keep a loaf, put me in Vogue
I'm looking good on my own
Trap stay boomin my nigga
Can't even
Mic, mic, mic
Yeah we good now
Turn the vocals down a little bit, just a little bit
I want it loud
Here's my moment of clarity
I've been
never needed you needed you
Did you know my soul was split in two it split in two
Tormented by the things I do the things I do
Like grocery shopping for
know what I did before
I woke up with stars in my eyes
Then I found you at the dance floor
Three lines to say it all
Three lines to tell to you
Three
voice
Saying it's gonna be okay
I still cherish all those moments when he'd call and help me through my day
Was a family man, and we loved his stories
Miss my sister's and brothers
The same goes for my mother
My whole fucking life, I've been fighting through grief
Denial running through my veins, it
from its neck to the rafters
Not the most subtle way to explain
I'm a threat to the brain like a wool in the glass hit
I get so high, I close my
cap
No cap but I'm far from a shortcoming (far out there)
I go outta my way to make someone's day like it's homecoming, but I've noticed (what?)
That
before,
And settled old scores, but not the hard way.
Was it a glass too much?
Or a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match
Did we
estimate my rymtic
Ain't no in the middle ts is hit ah miss
Adda call me lays the way we getting chips
Time to shift gear I hadda flip the switch
Tryna put
OUT OF MY HANDS
Verse 1
Her heart is all she’s giving me I made a promise to keep
Feels like i’m in too deep
In way over my head
I told her I would
got things on my mind I can't explain
A lot I can't speak on cause it done brought too much of pain
Can't get swallowed by the system I know it's
want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention
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