| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Yea yea, for real
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Pick out the clip it’s a movie
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| You could get that shit exclusive
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| I’ll merk your ass then get illusive
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| Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis
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| I don’t come around you’re a nuisance
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| C man is holding my deuces
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| Tats on my neck till you lawmakers, debt holders, fuck you I’m useless
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| I roll around town with Mike Buseys
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| Outcast who don’t give a fuck about you and your truces
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| My bitch and my weed and my muses
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| I hit them both I’m abusive
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| Nothin but true shit in my music
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| Your shit is so filled with lies
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| I can see how folks listening could think that’s confusing
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| I got the juice in my city lil homie
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| Dont fuck with me or I’m gonna use it
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| It’s time to turn up like an ugly ass bitch gave up her number
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| We finna lose it!
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Yea yea, for real
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| I hate these pussy lil boys that be getting my number
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| Stay the fuck way from me, I got no time
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| There’s shit on my plate, there ain’t no vacancy
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| I got some bad bitches chasing me, I got some good girls thats running
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| Fuck it I guess nobody dating me
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| Stagnant that something I hate to be
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| Least if I’m lone and progressing, I guess that shit straight with me
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| I’m about to drop me a mixtape I think it was made for me
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| Then I’ma spend all my racks, there ain’t none I can take with me
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| Fuck how ya feeling I ain’t making friends gotta pay for me
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| I’m putting tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me
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| My teacher went and bought a play for me
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| Don’t want me serving I told all my snakes not to wait for me
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| Used to be at their house faithfully
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| Beggin me to come back It’s already too late for me
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| I’m just trying to get back home safely
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| Count up so much bread we gon start up a bakery
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| Y’all want the fakery, I can’t fake shit
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| I got something for those sending hate to me
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Yea yea, for real
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Never slow down
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| Big shout to my pops
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| I ain’t trying to think about it, I’ve been sippin liquor on the rocks
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| My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was eight months pregnant
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| Hated those mufuckas when I dropped
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| Jar full of pills, I’ma go ahead and pop, what will it ever stop
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| If dropping dope in the crib something that the feds don’t like
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| Guess it’s something they should watch
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| I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots
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| Beals knockin at the door I’m just in the club to host, after that I’m gettin
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| ghost
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| I’ve just been doing me these bitches they doing the most
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| Someone ain’t love them enough as a child, I could tell by the shit that they
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| post
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| I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite
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| Gettin' cash and I don’t mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast
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| We ain’t where were suppose to be but sure gettin close
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| I can feel that shit coming, just want the money and have me a dos
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| Watch me approach pull up with game for the coach
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| That ain’t a thing we on tour we’ve been doing this shit for real
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| We’ve been doing this shit for real
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| We’ve been doing this shit for real
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| We’ve been doing this shit for real |