Slow Roll

All my youngins be on go mode

Slow roll

All my youngins be on go mode

Used to pack it up, had to slow roll

Tryna trap me up a dough roll

Hundred round Drac' and a longnose

Thuggin' on 8 with the.44s

High speed chase through the drug zone

Runnin' from Jake and the po-po

They claim the gang, but they subpar

Swear the hundred Percs, need another jar

Been a hot boy with them rock stars

Watchin' out for the sweep off of Dunbar

Where them Grand Marquises be unmarked

Sittin' on the corner in the hood park

Say he beat his gun charge

Seent him in the hood, hop out the back of a squad car

Either you trap or you farm, hop

Choppers with straps on the arm stock

Slide with Glocks in the armrest

Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck

Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex

Blow the ART test, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track

Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back

Turn your town into Old Country Buffet, but we met the plug at Outback

We was back and forth down in KY runnin' with them Wildcats

Met my young dog up in Mount Jack's to get off the loud pack

Hate my irritatin' ass J's, but a nigga love to count racks

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll

When my doc' write, look like Scribble Skratch

Straight drop got a nigga block slappin' like a pity pat

Stuff a bitch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat

Hot head with a heated temper, quick to Windex a nigga fitted cap

Right hand man the Grim Reaper, index finger, don't trigger that

Dog think he can fuck with Blockworks

How the fuck a nigga figure that?

He done got whacked, hit him in his hat

Twist his top back, we'll peel his cap

Blood stains on the concrete, all white stitch with a hint of gray

Broken glass, middle of the street

See the bricks chip from the ricochet

Wipe an opp off the hit list, slidin' out with the misfits

Ridin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play

Don't let that money go to your head '

Cause the money change hands anyway

In the feds on his deathbed, only time when a nigga pray

Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay

Free Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray

Used to let him pour his own trouble

Champagne glass full of rose bubbles

Louis belt with the gold buckle, mix

The Mike Amiri with the Stone Jungle

What else?

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll

And live happily ever after

Poetry is the great hope of man

Let me read you a couple poems

Facts, street

Hand me that

Yeah, I'm on

Here, you take this joint

I'ma hug the yop down