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drive slow.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
drive slow. was released on November 4, 2025 by Money Season Records as a part of the album drive slow. - Single
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Release DateNovember 4, 2025
LabelMoney Season Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dolla Bill
Dolla Bill
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Ronald Simpson III
William Ronald Simpson III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skeyez Beats
Skeyez Beats
Producer

Lyrics

My mind ain't been on rap
Port Huron kid tryna put the town on the map
This thing bigger than that man I'ma keep it a stack
See I been keeping them stacks so that my mom can relax
She got medical bills and pharmaceutical pills
MS and cancer got her considering wills
But her will lies in Bill so I will build the bills
Til one of us decides to finally go still
My plan to outlast but last year
Never would've had the thought that past years
Were easier than the ones that were near
But fear not there's the reason I'm here
At least I thought so
So I tell 'em drive slow
Homie
Homie drive slow
Yeah I hate this song
I hate everything about it I even hate the concept
My mind frame was a different project
But I guess the universe chose not to hand me other options
My fun got pickpocketed
The heart monitor on my mama was tick-tocking
And it stopped me in my tracks writing hand started blocking
And it only popped up when I finally locked in
To the constantly weighed down bruised and battered heart strings
Hol up
I said youth and perspective I guess I'm grown now
23 years old writing with my woes now
Writing woes down
Tears flowing so I couldn't get my flows down
Thank God I'm numb now
Thought about dumbing it down but dumbing it down
Wouldn't have gotten all of it out
I fall to the ground look up with no one around
Knew in that moment 'til the end it was me and myself
Look I prayed to a God
All he did was give my mom cancer as a response
So I don't trust in no God I'm sorry
Friends thinking I lost the plot
But plotting my success the only thing left I got
I just talked to my mom she think I'm taking it hard
I told her don't worry bout me but she's sees I lost the spark
I spent four years on this other album
But this the only thing that come out when I'm tapping into my heart
I ain't thinking bout metaphors I'm thinking bout funeral fees
Even if we ain't there yet that's just where my mind be
Antidepressants that's where my life be
People I like are dying I feel like a casualty
What matters to me is fading no cadence could offer saving
My saving grace was lacing up boot strings to make up a world
Where maybe payments of alcohol driven placements
Would remove me from a place where I'd have to make a statement
That life ain't all that great cause that truth holds so much weight
It might make me buy in to a pre-determined fate
But those are cheap thrills and I need free will
Ain't no telling how much more that I can take until I see hell
Cause I woke up the other morning getting ready alone
Homie calling my phone I pick up and I answer hello
He said yo Kevin man he already gone
I shook my head look to the sky and told him drive slow homie
Yeah
Told him drive slow homie
Drive slow
Written by: William Ronald Simpson III
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