Guess I'm really very lucky That I got this thing to play Cause you really make me feel good Even when it's hurting me
Yeah, I slow flow them to death Walk straight in the booth with my mind Yes my lyrical presence is scary I get that unthinkable Adam... Tell them boys if they ready stop balling in JV Step on that varsity caught in play D baby Girl know I'm all about my green oh AC Fight night AC she blew me no AC Yeah see I be on that other shit When rappers sported cross elephants I slow flow them to death Swag ignorant like parking Rolls Royce in the jets I had rolls gold on my neck And that's before Young Money album When go all, I saw a jack
I slow flow them to death New York nigger only right We was in the clubs mobbing Neighbors try to walk it out And crack grinding for everything They was swag surfing in them clubs I'm usually on that potent But tonight I need a drink instead And a bad caramel bitch that Got her making spitting cum bubbles With that dick in her mouth She even say 'Millz you the best' Without I'm taking that dick out She talented but I'm immaculate I think they starting to mistake My confidence as arrogance That's why I slow flow them to death Talking through these verses For my money or a job with me So I reduce my speed to baby steps That place Neil Armstrong went
And I slow flow them to death I slow flow them to death