Slow Down

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Yeah, yeah, soul

Look

Times is getting darker, my time getting [?]

My niece is getting smarter, we starting to feel that shit, look

I tell 'em Uncle Bizzy, they don't wanna hear that shit, look

I say see you tomorrow, that promise never garnered

I never told nobody this but, I lost a son

Or maybe it was a daughter

But I say it because if it's real, I gotta fast that part of

My deepest fears that's growing near, they call that feeling calmer

I'd have to be a father

And look at how I did all these bitches, I mean women, look

Throughout my life, drunken and scattered nights

You don't believe in abortion, pressure forced her, so she sacrificed and all for what?

A little head or nut and bragging rights

Something I made myself forget so I could pass the nights by

How she sleeping? She prolly ain't sleeping or barely

I never once feel guilty, maybe that's the part that scares me

Maybe that's the part that is fucked up

Need to grow up

Slow down, slow down, yeah

Slow down, yeah

You putting reverse on all your progress

You'll need to appreciate your process, mmm

Slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah

Slow down, yeah

You putting reverse on all your progress

You'll need to appreciate your process

Look, my cousin called me, ignore it, I don't pick up the phone

But I use the struggle for records and now my blessings grown

I never told them better days was coming out to public

Just put his business to the masters and then I hit the roll

I told your business to the world so I could make some gold

What I didn't tell you was there was an apology that was old

What I didn't tell you is how strong my fucking cousin is

After better days, hit by a whip, shattered bones

Coma while he's sleeping, we pray that he wake up

Rappers cap for a foundation, this shit I can't make up

Rico woke and told us calmly that while he was sleeping, dreaming, reminisced of us kids, playing, wasting days up

It kept him calm, so calm, thank god that he's still living

And even more to thank God that he's stronger so I'm forgiven

Told me, Rob, I was upset, but I'm glad you told my story

I couldn't admit addiction, I was glad you told it for me

I'm glad you living your dreams and I was glad that you ever were worried

I live my life as a hustler, although this [?] life is boring

This much safer, keep my pace and recover, then rose to glory and shit

Don't say no more, I got something I never spoke, I'm sorry I wasn't man enough to call you first

And your story never forgotten while I write this verse

I'm glad you moved back from Atlanta and made your way home

And no matter how quick life is moving, I'll pick up the phone

I'm sorry

Slow down, slow down, yeah

Slow down, yeah

You putting reverse on all your progress

You'll need to appreciate your process, mmm

Slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah

Slow down, yeah

You putting reverse on all your progress

You'll need to appreciate your process

Bitch, I don't know what I'mma wear

Boy texting me talking 'bout he in town

Telling me to pull up to the crib

Nigga, please

Yo solo, you ready?

Sure

It's Carson in the house

Carson is definitely in the motherfuckin' house