Slow Down

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Yeah, yeah, soul
Look

Times is getting darker, my time getting [?]
My niece is getting smarter, we starting to feel that shit, look
I tell 'em Uncle Bizzy, they don't wanna hear that shit, look
I say see you tomorrow, that promise never garnered
I never told nobody this but, I lost a son
Or maybe it was a daughter
But I say it because if it's real, I gotta fast that part of
My deepest fears that's growing near, they call that feeling calmer
I'd have to be a father
And look at how I did all these bitches, I mean women, look
Throughout my life, drunken and scattered nights
You don't believe in abortion, pressure forced her, so she sacrificed and all for what?
A little head or nut and bragging rights
Something I made myself forget so I could pass the nights by
How she sleeping? She prolly ain't sleeping or barely
I never once feel guilty, maybe that's the part that scares me
Maybe that's the part that is fucked up
Need to grow up

Slow down, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You putting reverse on all your progress
You'll need to appreciate your process, mmm
Slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You putting reverse on all your progress
You'll need to appreciate your process

Look, my cousin called me, ignore it, I don't pick up the phone
But I use the struggle for records and now my blessings grown
I never told them better days was coming out to public
Just put his business to the masters and then I hit the roll
I told your business to the world so I could make some gold
What I didn't tell you was there was an apology that was old
What I didn't tell you is how strong my fucking cousin is
After better days, hit by a whip, shattered bones
Coma while he's sleeping, we pray that he wake up
Rappers cap for a foundation, this shit I can't make up
Rico woke and told us calmly that while he was sleeping, dreaming, reminisced of us kids, playing, wasting days up
It kept him calm, so calm, thank god that he's still living
And even more to thank God that he's stronger so I'm forgiven
Told me, Rob, I was upset, but I'm glad you told my story
I couldn't admit addiction, I was glad you told it for me
I'm glad you living your dreams and I was glad that you ever were worried
I live my life as a hustler, although this [?] life is boring
This much safer, keep my pace and recover, then rose to glory and shit
Don't say no more, I got something I never spoke, I'm sorry I wasn't man enough to call you first
And your story never forgotten while I write this verse
I'm glad you moved back from Atlanta and made your way home
And no matter how quick life is moving, I'll pick up the phone
I'm sorry

Slow down, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You putting reverse on all your progress
You'll need to appreciate your process, mmm
Slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You putting reverse on all your progress
You'll need to appreciate your process

Bitch, I don't know what I'mma wear
Boy texting me talking 'bout he in town
Telling me to pull up to the crib
Nigga, please
Yo solo, you ready?
Sure
It's Carson in the house
Carson is definitely in the motherfuckin' house