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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #192
Peak in subgenre #108
Author
Adeniyi Anthony A
Rights
DA Records
Uploaded
January 14, 2015
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48
Lyrics
Intro
It’s DA! This is just a rehearse
And can u see this
It’s so high…so bright…ahaha!!
Chorus
I Know you’ve been moving, on the fast lane
U’ve been driving fancy cars
Now I tell u gonna slow down
Simply get to slow down(ah ah!)
U jamming in ur Ferrari
Throwing up your shoulder like ur name its ‘ready written in
Now hommie u gonna slow down
DA’S ‘bout to roll out (ah ah!)
Verse 1
It’s the fourteenth year, guess am about to lose what am made of, b4 I was raised up,
like jeez: world believed in, have fallen many times, realize how much fame could have feed me
In spite of what fate has given me, I still maintain, the posture, that y’all dream fitting in
Do u remember Davy, the first night third or fourth maybe, u bought that sleek CD
I was topping it with lyrics, u said it sounds cool
But ain’t sign a truce with the toddlers in the hood
All talking rude like them brain go loose, u know it’s been a pleasure, tell u ure such a joke
Doesn’t really matter the ride u roll, mutherf***ker the story is told
Like woody bought everything u’ve sold
Kick u outta game like Saen Kurphy, make ur heart quaver u’ve seen nothing, brought the magic out, ain’t gone rusty
Ur girlfriend like jolly, she’s got d big volley
Maybe she can flips around make ur head go goofy
All throwing up like rich men, mutherfuc**kers dam broken
Hired lil apartment call for home coming, hold it!
A candid window shopper, won’t u go pay ur rentals
When I lay back I smoked lil hype scrawny fellas
It’s Rostchild that am called, that’s what money made me for
Please obey the rules don’t throw a shoulder, wen fu***king caught
Verse 2
Have u ever pulled a con, that on made men head u spit a scorn?
Ur Bentleys, funny moneys, I laughed to fun!
Who’s getting in the way; DA light the sconce
Am sick of lil kitties screaming hey in a hired plankton
Out of ur shell lil hommie? My lyrics on the high flying charm, urs not ripe for the strife
I was called by J3 Mum said I rapped since 3, did that since I blinked in DA’s historic tree
The rap god son, picked up the pen wrote Dr Dre, asking him to wish me burn this new tape
Been patiently waiting the rap, turn against my wish, stepped ouda hood u get the heat
Place ur arms on my shit u get bitten, like sleepy joe bidden, fucked around me u go skinny
If ur dad is dam rich, u probably would be ruling vain street, that’s sloppy for the game that’s so thick
You running so fast, and your mouth’s so loud, u know you gonna shut up when the shit come out
Gonna slow down when the speed get faster ‘bout to burn off the radar what u really going after
I know ur brain is the type that needs some time to wake up tad
Couldn’t be more surprising, when u wake up and see my tags
In line with what I stand for, got the hardware make u fiddle when I ride forth, bra!
Verse 3
U know I told u before u moving so fast
Time for you to slow put a hold on your mast
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