Slow It Down (feat. FattMack)

Uh, uh

I just smoked a pound of weed, girl, that's why I'm down (that's why I'm down, down)
Nigga ain't got no fuckin' money, don't even try to come around (fuck you)
Lil bro tried to run off with some shit, this .45'll blow him down (grrt)
This A20 got my heart racin', I'm tryna slow it down (slow it down)
Yeah, I had got too sober, now I gotta frown (frown, frown)
Bottled all my problems, I went to the stu' and let it out (out, out)
Yeah, you know that I love you for real, don't use me for the clout (the clout)
Keep on sniffin' 'round in my business, got shot in his snout

My life ain't a game, bitch my chain cost hundred thousand
Brand new SRT, don't run from me, boy, I'm gon' hawk you down
I'm not popping outside, with nothin' less 100 'rounds
Today one of my opps end up shot, for nun, I wasn't involved in
I don't want no one else, baby, this love that you'll never find
I can't remember shit, my memory fried from gettin' too fuckin' high
I was broke as fuck, them hoes ain't want me then, they tryna fuck me now
I can see you don't really love me when I look in your eyes

I just smoked a pound of weed, girl, that's why I'm down (that's why I'm down, down)
Nigga ain't got no fuckin' money, don't even try to come around (fuck you)
Lil bro tried to run off with some shit, this. 45'll blow him down (grrt)
This A20 got my heart racin', I'm tryna slow it down (slow it down)
Yeah, I had got too sober, now I gotta frown (frown, frown)
Bottled all my problems, I went to the stu' and let it out (out, out)
Yeah, you know that I love you for real, don't use me for the clout (the clout)
Keep on sniffin' 'round in my business, got shot in his snout

This real life until I die, it don't work out, at least I tried
I spend my time on the grind, isolated, gettin' fried
Chasin' love, chasin' high, got me fatigued, I get tired
I can't believe how easy you look in my eyes and tell a lie
Wanna hit you up and say I'm wrong, but really, it's my pride
Heard he made it out of surgery, shit fluke, he should've died
He don't wanna seal it up, I know my country boy'll buy
Bro took a pill, I took another, talkin' 'bout he the highest

Said she love me and how I put it on, I get the flyest (oh, yeah)
And my bitch bad, the baddest, don't care for bein' biased (oh, yeah)
I make young niggas rap they pain, nigga that's my shit (nigga that's my shit)
Bet that 4.0, tap a brain, don't need no side-kick
I was young, and deep in the field my shine lit
I know, she ain't no good for me, but I fell in love with the bitch
All I be is with my dick out, and she eatin' it
Me, Mack and Tan on a song, that's what they needed (that's what they needed)