[Intro]
Aye, shout out to Wyla for this one, you feel me?
Feel like some old school Cadillac music
Let the windows down and...
[Verse 1]
Here I go, I got nothin' to lose
Never claimed to be gangsta, I got nothin' to prove
It's one thing to be hood, another thing to be fools
You go to war with a cold one, you rushin' to lose
Got hustlin' blues
I swear they never touchin' the crew
I put my feet up on these beats like it's a clutch in the Coupe
I like my girls little ratchet, but they wrestle for truth
I'm from the South
I can't help it, it's the best I can do
Oh, Lord!
That's just how the city raised me
Came from the bottom where the floods and hurricanes be
Tryna make a dollar, but I never let it change me
Never let these pa**ive pessimists say what I can't be
And I just spit all facts
If you don't feel the locomotion, you should get off tracks
Sayin', "Youngin' that's ? what you get off wax
I never front, and what I front, I get all back
[Hook]
Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast
Aye, you been havin' a good time
Let's try to make this last
Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast
You know it's more than a good life
They tryna make this cash
You feel me?
(If it ain't about a dollar, does it still make sense?)
[Verse 2]
Aye, Lord, forgive me
You know I got that Florida in me
And I'm good in the state, Pensacola to Kissimmee
Down to open locker, ain't no ? if you act right
Question, since when did bein' smart mean you act white?
Tangent, back to peelin' tangerines
Me and homies was never really handed things
Ain't got no cronies, or feel like we the man, it seems
From the land of Mickey Mouse and abandoned dreams
Oh, Lord!
I been plottin' on a million
24, college educated, no children
And I chose to rap
Oh, boy, must not be too smart
If it's all about a dollar then no, it can't be true art
Please go be who you are, there's only one me
And it's probably for the best, I'm terrible to the tree
Meanest to the roots, but I know that God got me
Bleedin' on these tracks, you would think a 9 shot me
[Hook] (x2)
Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast
Aye, you been havin' a good time
Let's try to make this last
Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast
You know it's more than a good life
They tryna make this cash
You feel me?
[Outro]
They like people who can't really sing
So that's what I was doing