Ridin Slow

It's ten o' clock in the PM Niggas grilling me, feel like it's hating season They be moving with no rhyme or no reason Steve saying keep my eyes open so I can see them Soft spoken unless I have a reason Bless those provoking him because looks could be deceiving Just another day in my life, on the weekend Two feet in the water but I'm never sinking And I'm thinking about the problems that keep mounting up Both sets of parents in the struggle, I ain't got enough Money get them out of ruts That's why I do this rapping stuff Plus I guess it keeps away the stress knowing I'm good enough But being good enough don't get you out the hood unless You adjust, find a way to win because there's a few of us Some are tougher than others, just how we grew up And some wont amount to shit because they don't give a fuck Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe's, all I know Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe, getting doe Repeat 2X I don't really want to come down It's so lonely when I come down Staring out my hotel window Visions in my mind fit the vibe like a tempo Only shedding tears for my ken folk So if you next of ken, swear to god I got a tear for ya Bottle my emotions like a beer for ya Get intoxicated on emotions I've endeared towards ya Shit, I think I make it quite clear for ya No one's near in this hemisphere, a loner Is what I am, I play the cards in my hand Never care for the jokers, I'm a serious man Frivolous speech, you delirious fan Everyday winning, you watch the game from the stands Live in the negative, you a pessimist man You niggas bitch like only feminists can Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe's, all I know Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe, getting doe Repeat 2X Thinking back on some niggas who died I'm talking Charlie and Jeremy and wondering why Every new day could be the end of my life I say rest in peace, keeping my head high Count my blessings as my life's manifesting Please forgive my aggressions This life we live is a lesson I go, hand swings and toe toe with the devil Lay down for no man, shit you could call me a rebel I, roll with the base, I ride the beat on it's treble Vocal chords are mellow so keep adjusting my level Momma taught me never to settle so Navigate through life foot on the peddle Mind on my money clip Hold tight to my money shit Because when I get the money cold days turn to sunny quick Educate you about this money shit Put no bitch before your money unless you want it spent Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe's, all I know Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe, getting doe Repeat 2X