(Intro)
Guess I’m really very lucky
That I’ve got this thing to play
‘Cause you really make me feel good
Even when it’s hurting me
(Verse)
I slow flow’s em to death
Walk straight in the booth with my mind
Right and go left
Yes, my lyrical presence is scary
I give that unthinkable, Adam vinetary
Tell them little 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, uh, AC
Fight nightin AC, she blew me, no A/C
Aye, see I be on that other shit
Had a plan to take over when rappers spotted cross elephants
I slow flow’s em to death
Swag ignorant like parking a Rolls Royce in the jets
Shawty 10 years ago I had rolls gold on my neck
And that’s before Young Money album wouldn’t go along, I saw a jack
I slow flow’s em to death
New York nigga, only right I feel B.I.G is the best
Fuck they talkin bout?
We was in them clubs mobbing
Neighbors tryna walk it out
We was slingin sour D’s and crack grindin for anything
They was swag surfin in them clubs doin the stinky leg
I’m usually on that potent but tonight I need a drink instead
And a bad caramel bitch that give that pinky head
Got her making spittin cum bubbles with that dick in her mouth
She even say Millz you the best
When I’m takin that dick out I’m like wow!
She talented but I’m immaculate
I think they startin to mistake my confidence as arrogance
That’s why I slow flow’s em to death
Talkin through these verses and stretch my intellect
They can’t give me a run for my money or a job with me
So I reduce my speed to baby steps
You welcome, Pownky, Ikea
That place Neil Armstrong went – I’m there
And I slow flow’s em to death…
Yes! I slow flow’s em to death…
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