Slow Flow

Oh yeah, let me talk to these niggas
Watch how I switch it up though
Come on
Ain't no pressure like my pressure, that's hella pressure, that's on God

If I line it up right, I won't miss
I been taking risks, tryna make it hit
Ten toes down, I bet I won't slip
Took a van to the leg, I don't lift

Not a average Joe, nor Stan Smith
Thinking I'm the same, baby, that's a myth
Got a lot of shit, so I'm popping it
I can back the words up with two fists

I've been with the devil my entire life
I done got hit with shit out of Spice
Took it on a hop, mix it with some Sprite
I been cutting up, ain't no butter knife

Yeah, they love the vibe, even though it's light
Even out the way I get invites
Went up motion high, just going right
I can stop walking, all I do is bike

Turn my bully up, now it's getting vicious
Granny told me, don't trick yourself out of wishes
I ain't with the gimmicks or the politics
And I ain't got an avocado filling

If they feel suspicious, then it's getting wicked
But we here for the fun, then we dipping
Lately it's cooking up, I been frying chicken in a cashew
It smells like it's cooked

On my bullshit like I'm 23
I just want a F, pull up, get the D
Now I'm in that mode, ain't no stopping me
I'm a skirt, skirt in a hot seat

Say I won't win, nigga, watch me
Learned the game of life, rest up, poppy
With the best print, it can't copy
If it ain't me, then it's sloppy

I don't slow down with the slow flow
Feelings like the rock, but I'm stone cold
And my obligation possible overflows
I'ma get this money, keep it with the bros

And if someone's sold, I'ma let them know
I'm sad and I'm going for broke
Plant money trees taller than an Osa
This is real life shit, ain't a joke

Real shit



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Writer(s): Branden Fields
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