Slow Down

Sizza Sizza
Rick a top dawg, see a nigga bite marks how I sick em, sick em...

Prone to fight frauds never miss em- give em
Hella fight scars after this one- this one

Hell im quite odd with the jealous type bars give em hell
Im like God with the written- scriptures...

Adverse hate with my word play while i get bag- per say
Im tryna get my litter-richer

Little-richard, made up artists straight up garbage flowin cant litter- wit ya

Stay prayed up fluctuate the pay cut
Ima spray up targets pull up with the trigger flickered...

Going black ops for the cash crops
Tell em feed me in the post until i get the bigger picture

Leavin da hood-bet the kids dont miss ya
A nigga wood want smoke, til the sig go timber...

But i betcha lil rickee wont slip, Wilt wit the post-coach wit the poke lip
Sip on some potion got me on tilt
Light a spliff lemme roll somethin got me on chill...

Foes still wanna catch me on the rebound tryna goaltend
But I'm jokim to the bullshit, Noah nigga ain't finna do shit
Tulips smacking bout the action have em laying under tulips- true shit

Niggas type funny style
I Ain't got no time to play

I just let the money pile
Ain't got time to slay or to SLOW DOWN...

(Level up, rev it up)



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Writer(s): Eric Hunter
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