| I’m in the town for one night
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| And I need to slow down, yeah
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| Slow down, rap on the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| All my dogs lookin' at me, you need to slow down
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| Slow down, trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| You need to slow down, you need to slow down
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| I’m in the field
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| I’m blowin' smoke for real
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| I’m in a place where there’s no love
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| Tryna find what is real
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| I’m makin' sales
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| Tryna stay above water, but they clockin' the seal
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| They tried to drown me
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| Left me out for damned, but I’m up and it’s still
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| «Oh shit, he here»
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| They lookin' at me like it’s somethin' surreal
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| Them odds stacked against me
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| I kept it busy, I’m chasin' the mill and they still tryna deal
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| I came from nothin' to somethin'
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| My pops wasn’t even there
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| Somehow I made my own money
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| And y’all busy tryna politic, I’m tryna speed up
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| In the city, I’m geeked up
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| I ain’t slept in like four days
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| My brain cells kinda beat up
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| My eyes look like a ghost town
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| And I did it in my own time
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| And all my people tellin' me that, «Boy, you need to…»
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| Slow down, trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| All my partners lookin' at me, yeah
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| You need to slow down trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| You need to slow down, you need to slow down
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| Slow down
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| Runnin' in the fast lane second that the pack came
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| Married to the money, last name
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| We don’t ever change, but we stack change
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| Dark nights in the bat cave
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| Ain’t no point in frontin', tryna act brave
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| Blood stains on the black suede
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| You ain’t got the answers, why you ask, Sway?
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| Feelin' like Ye, bitches in my way
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| Money comin' in, it’s a business day
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| Why you frontin' on me, tryna imitate?
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| Life gave me problems, I made lemonade, yeah
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| It’s somethin' like Em and Jay
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| Man, I feel like a renegade
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| My life purpose was to innovate
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| Started out with scrapin' crumbs on the dinner plate
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| Yeah, tryna speed up
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| I’m workin' overtime, one day I’ma have my feet up
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| I’m poppin' too many things, got my heart tryna keep up
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| Momma sayin' that, «You beat up and boy, you need to…»
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| Slow down, trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| All my partners lookin' at me, you need to slow
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| You need to slow down trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| You need to slow down, you need to slow down
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| Slow down
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| I never slow down
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| Even if shit ain’t the same and it ain’t like my old sound
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| Hold me down, overpowered, overpriced
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| Take a chance, roll the dice
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| Hold your own, hold the stance, hold the mic
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| Follow your own advice, get to know your vice
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| So many people is hangin' on me
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| Need my shoulders iced
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| Fuck is a poltergeist?
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| You don’t get a moment twice
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| Devil on me, he cold as ice
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| Head white as a bowl of rice
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| Move that shit on my sober nights
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| Reminisce on my older plights
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| Nowadays, it’s a boulder heist
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| Money stack up to shoulder height
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| Y’all busy tryna politic, I’m tryna speed up
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| In the city, I’m geeked up
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| I’m in the kitchen for three days
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| I’m tryna turn the heat up
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| I just re’d-up, yeah
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| Fuck the alphabet, I’m G’d up, yeah
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| Momma say, «You beat up,» yeah
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| Girl, you need to…
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| Slow down, trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| You need to slow down, you need to slow
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| Need to slow down, trap out the field, trap with the fo' pounds
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| Feelin' like the end is near, we gettin' close now
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| Look me inside of my eyes, it’s like a ghost town
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| You need to slow down, you need to slow down
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| Slow down |