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Drive Slow
Trae
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For a minute it's been the same thang, niggas done came and left
But I keep my shoe laced up, with a
Shank in the vest to cheat with death
My O.G. told me, that my niggas gon be coming for me
Fuck 'em I'ma load the clip, and have these niggas gunning for me
Watching my partna, so I keep my back against the wall
It's fuck 'em all, till these motherfuckers dropping they ball
Yeah they one hundred, is what they telling me everyday
And still I feel, that they ain't in the best interest for Trae
I know a lot of niggas, wanna see me doing bad
Mad because I got up on the grind, for shit they never had
And I don't know they purpose, so I gotta play 'em close
Expose they ass for what it is, and watch 'em turn to ghost
Homie you know it's real for life, and don't think that it's not
Cause A.B.A. gon set it off, and clear the parking lot
And all I know is drive slow, and start taking my time
Before I see a dead nigga, living through my rhyme
Drive slow homie, cause your people coming to get you
Give 'em hell, before they take you out the picture
And only Lord knows homie, how your friends can say they with you
Use you up, and they the first to forget you
But fuck 'em I'ma drive slow homie, and remain to keep doing me
To the death I promise, I'ma keep it G
While these niggas turn to hoes homie, I'ma expose 'em with the truth
I've been the truth, ever since I came out my youth
Strapped with the infra beam, as I slide slow
Represent my click in the lane, cause that's how it go
Everytime I think it's what it is, bitch it's what it ain't
Haters in my face, they wanna leave a nigga out to stank
I keep my heater with me, nine millimeter with me
See 'em in my rearview, creeping up on a fiender with me
Pull up on my side, chunking a deuce like it's great
Talking on my phone at the red light, the big mistake
If I would of peeped a little game, and rode slow
I would of seen my homie Ski Mask, with 4-4's
Running to my car door, what y'all wanna rob for?
They want the gold D's and switches, plus taking all my do'
Next time I know, to do it all on the solo
If it ain't the niggas taking from the Boss, it's the Po-Po
But I'ma bounce back in the streets, and strive slow
To all my lil' homies, gotta learn to drive slow
You gotta drive slow
Drive slow homie, cause your people coming to get you
Give 'em hell, before they take you out the picture
And only Lord knows homie, how your friends can say they with you
Use you up, and they the first to forget you
But fuck 'em I'ma drive slow homie, and remain to keep doing me
To the death I promise, I'ma keep it G
While these niggas turn to hoes homie, I'ma expose 'em with the truth
I've been the truth, ever since I came out my youth
Yeah drive slow homie, I got some drank and some dro on me
A A.K. and a Glock 4-0 on me
These haters want me in the hospital flatlined
So I keep a gat, like it's combat in Iraq time
I'ma pack mine, get a bullet 'fore they snatch mine
Have your mama sitting in the back, of that black 'Lac crying
It's wreck time, I'm putting niggas to sleep
You rolling deep, but you rolling with some niggas that's weak
I'm on the rise, and ain't reached my peak yet
Niggas still try to make sure, Slim Key plex
But it's all good, cause you know Slim Key techs
Whenever you ready let me know, cause we set
Ready to ride, hope you ready to die like Biggie
Cause that's what's gon happen, before you get me
My nigga Trae, got the streets on lock
Boss Hogg and Slim, stacking up them knots
Drive slow homie, cause your people coming to get you
Give 'em hell, before they take you out the picture
And only Lord knows homie, how your friends can say they with you
Use you up, and they the first to forget you
But fuck 'em I'ma drive slow homie, and remain to keep doing me
To the death I promise, I'ma keep it G
While these niggas turn to hoes homie, I'ma expose 'em with the truth
I've been the truth, ever since I came out my youth