Listen to Sip Slow by Joell Ortiz

Sip Slow

Joell Ortiz

Hip-Hop

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Lyrics

Extra, extra Read all about me That's what y'all might as well say, man I see you, man You ain't rootin' for me You're watchin' me I'm flattered, though I'm probably one of the illest in the flesh with writtens Various letters that connect with rhythms Boy, don't be the next victim, I delivers with Gillette precision You get popped like razor bumps all on your neck for itchin' Try to come for the title, not your best decision I put them Nikes on Ice, yeah, you get checked for slippin' I'm number one when that number two pencil lead twistin', no lie No whole wheat and no rye, I'm bred different Been nice a long time, just in case you forgot I don't care where you get your cut, they say my name in that shop I don't care where the beat drop, I lay some flames and it pop My pens dropped baddest thoughts, look like they make us a lot I don't make records that the radio be playin' a lot But that's cool, chain still weighin' a lot, I'm on the way to my spot In the Benz truck, just bought my lady the drop Haters watch as we his and her Mercedes the lot I heard through the grapevine they worried 'bout mine Ain't got nobody else' business to mind? Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine You don't see me takin' my time? Sip slow, homie Yeah, enjoy the show Sip slow, homie I'm watchin' 'em watch me, they sloppy, could never copy the papi They do some pretty good renditions, but they not me You're actually one world away, how you gon' stop me When I'm cruisin' at a Mach 3 on moons with Annunakis I'm cool where life got me, I'm way above that block poppin' Roxies But still below duckin' paparazzis And the flow? Well, that keeps me kinda cocky, I'm nice The feature price five dice, on these mics screamin' "Yahtzee" Y'all worried about mine, quick question, what is you up to? Me? I'm makin' music with the idols that I grew up to On stages in true blues, Jet Blues to Ws with cool views Feel like a baby owl, who knew Michelle's only son that sold crack in that circle'll Be the same kid with gold plaques and commercials 'Cause he can really rap, no trap, no commercial But this ain't me verse you, don't take it personal I heard through the grapevine they worried 'bout mine Ain't got nobody else' business to mind? Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine You don't see me takin' my time? Sip slow, homie Yeah, enjoy the show Sip slow, homie
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