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for nothin' that's going to slow me down
You just be wastin' time, one day I'm going to run this town
You be sayin' that you fuck with me, but you full

Bro, Im boutta just tell you this story like,
I pulled up to a Wells
Walked in tryna pull by myself,
I'm at the kiosk it said it's sendin' help
I

Running through thoughts I left my heart with the beat
I know the way I live is Messi, I left my heart by your feet
I know my views get kinda shallow

to bug me
Girl, you know I love it when you hug me
You the right one, and I'm lucky
(Aye)
Relationships get a little fucky
Goin' down the road, it

to my religions by stuffin' my denims

Me and Tavo, I remember, we dumpin' in rentals
Then we bump heads with some niggas, now I'm out the window
Real

law
Fuck my family & all of my haters, don’t even trust y’all 
Having conversations about me in private, broke the law, traumatized by the pain, when it

time to get paid
Bitch, get out my way You goin' too slow, won't you get out the lane?
Bitch, get out my face I just wanna fuck, I don't want you to stay

virtual in real life
Niggas ain't no fair

They goin full iconic mode
They get they asses out my face
Them raving rabbid delinquents
'Cause why do

I slow down on marijuana
Lately I been getting no sleep
I need you to hold me colors that you show me feel like you don't want me
Feeling like I can't

You know I got, shit I don't talk about
You know I got, shit I don't talk about
Shit I don't talk about, I don't talk about
Touchdown, LAX goin

Everything big, feel me
Say I'm livin' too fast, I ain't takin' it slow

Was goin' through shit ain't let nobody know
I promised myself I won't bend, I won't

just like home, 
So I was lost when you just went ghost. 
Back on my own down this lonely road, looking for a reason why I should even keep goin’.
You

went and go tried
I had to close all my eyes
Live in the past move slow
Times flies by fast it flows
Uncertainty don't know
I think that its time I grow

dinner
Rolls The winter cold but the
Block hot, so everything
In slow motion like a crock-pot But I will not stop goin', I move in True hustlers form

They

who you loving now
The thoughts that make me sick,
Are the one that make you laugh out loud, so
Chew me up, Spit me out
Build me up, Let me down
With

Just tryna eat more, ona creep slow
Please don't
I keep Chrome
So don't let me make this Heat Blow

Yeah. I aint even started Yet
Gotta couple

to toe 
You made yaself played by yaself fucked ya self good now you trying to let ya true colors show
Wait, slow it down a lil bit 
You got a gun cause

Wind blowing in the rain
Im imagining
Touching your skin slow 
Whats my name
Whats the capitol of maine
Heard they closed down main
Im just sayn
Ive

make plays on a cell 
Jail nun like (School) but we get saved by the (Bail)
Pretty ones with a nice shape get hit like a nail
I'm goin in then I'm out

bitch, that's what I'm sippin
Chase him down with this Drake, this nigga got to slippin
Tryna stop takin' percs, them bitches got me itching
(Steel) Damn,

to run up them numbers like Roddy Ricch
And yeah, I know I'm high on this chronic, it got me lit
But I won't slow shit down and by now that's obvious
Ay,

the score. 

Kick in the doe. Get yo ass on the floe. Pay attention closely this bombs bout to blow!"

...MY GAWD
OH MY GAWD
Let me slow it down just a lil

Goin' too fast, I don't understand what I'm sayin
So it's causin' me pain
Slow it down, bring it back
Roll your ass back to town
(Oh)
You a stupid clown

no choice in the pot
All I got is hits, can't flop
Fuck niggas, try to slow the grind
Either way, I'ma go get it
I'm hittin' the streets, I'm hittin'