Drive Slow

Man these niggas can't fuck with me
This a murder to the 1st degree
It ain't really that hard to see, how
I'm killing these rappers, humbly, I'm murdering

Hold on, there they go, drive slow homie
Let me load the bars use my voice as a fully loaded semi
Know they see me coming, know you see em run from me
Spitting hot fire, Brain Blast like Jimmy
Turned these rappers into Rickeys, I'm the best in the city
Now I'm Smoking on a wood got me feeling like a chimney

Turned these rappers into Rickeys, I'm the best in the city
Now I'm Smoking on a wood got me feeling like a chimney

I ain't never been the nigga that was average
I been working on peace I think I mastered it
Cause I know that life don't come with Madden tips
Now I spit hot fire, ima dragon bitch

I got a hold on the game ima lagging switch
I stay high on purple, on my Aladdin shit
If a nigga acting fishy, think I got another
Rickey, got me cooking in the lab, he a salmon dish
I be really getting busy, have defenders looking dizzy
Got me pulling out the bag all he heard was swish

If I name my bars, ima call em Chris
Cause if I'm on the mic, I ain't tucking shit
If I name my bars, call em Jackie Chan, need a landing pad for all the bars I flip
I was dead inside, came back in 5, now I'm back alive, thank the lord I blipped

Somebody tell me how he do that shit
How I'm killing these rappers
I'm the new John Wick
Coach be making niggas sick, I'm pneumonic
Coach be setting up the play, I'm a New York Knick

Fa fa

Get the candles lit
Still be sweeter than you rappers when I'm rambling
Put these rappers on a shirt, I'm toe tagging it
Every line every verse, know they mad as shit
Put these rappers in a hearse, I'm the new hit man
Thought he had me, threw a flash bang, now he see all white like the KKK
Wait, that ain't rhyme, meant the Klu Klux Klan
Yeah I knew I would be great since Aye Bay Bay
Knew I would be great since HBK
Yeah you say you hoop but I really hoop trying to tell these bums, this is not 2k
I size up, hit a tween cross, I just cooked this fool, now he crim brulé
Lord forgive me for my sins every night I pray
For all the rappers at the gate that I sent your way

RIP rappers, fake trappers
I ain't hating I'm just saying you niggas capping shit if you ain't living that life then why
You rapping it
Finna black ball rappers, that's a Kapernick
I ain't having it, you ain't passionate
If I see you in the streets ima crash the whip
Bring the trouble to yo doe, door dashing it
Yeah yo niggas say you good, I ain't gassing it
Yeah yo niggas say you good, I ain't gassing it

I ain't never been the nigga that was average
I been working on peace I think I mastered it
Cause I know that life don't come with Madden tips
Now I spit hot fire, ima dragon bitch

If I name my bars, ima call em Chris
Cause if I'm on the mic, I ain't tucking shit
If I name my bars, call em Jackie Chan, need a landing pad for all the bars I flip
I was dead inside, came back in 5, now I'm back alive, thank the lord I blipped

Somebody tell me how he do that shit
How I'm killing these rappers
I'm the new John Wick
Coach be making niggas sick, I'm pneumonic
Coach be setting up the play, I'm a New York Knick

I ain't hating I'm just saying you niggas capping shit
If you ain't living that life then why you rapping it
Finna black ball rappers, that's a Kapernick
I ain't having it, you ain't passionate
If I see you in the streets ima crash the whip
Bring the trouble to yo doe, door dashing it
Yeah yo niggas say you good, I ain't gassing it
Yeah yo niggas say you good, I ain't gassing it