Slow Yo Role

Junior high 9th grade all he made was b pluses

On the regular but didn't think nothing of it

The quiet type never ever had to fight

Had a brain in his skull so he knew wrong and right

Took school real serious he was bout his cheddar

Told he would make 4o gs but he wanted better

The lust of the world had him fiening for the paper

For the money dummy wasn't scared to pull a caper

You see his boys didn't have a job so they robbed

Eventually he did it too cause he wanted to ball

They hit a lick with the heat now they on tv

Handcuffed getting hit with a felony

Doing 25 years bout to go insane

Knowing that he wouldn't be here if he would've changed

Couldn't fight couldn't sleep didn't have peace

2 weeks found dead hanging by a sheet, man

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Slow your roll don't lose control of your life,

Your life, your life

She wakes up in the morning with her mind set for the day

Stuck in a vicious cycle and can't seem to break away

Blinded by this man made substance and can't seem to see change

Playing russian roulette with a glass pistol aimed straight for her brain

C-co and a little dough

Is all she lives for

Cash flow a little low

And she ain't bout to go broke

On a mission to make back money that she ain't really got

Strugglin' to take care of her kids plus addicted to them rocks

The story never started here, but this is where the story stops

Preacher daughter, daddy was a preacher believe it or not

Doing what ever to be part of the in crowd

The preacher daughter got turned out

The first time she fooled around

Missed her monthly cycle now so expecting a child

Bills due around the house

So she needs some funds now

Hooked up with pretty tony & pretty tony put her out

No longer in the land of liven for liven her life wild

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He was o.g. gangster killer thug

Hard to the core & couldn't be touch

He stayed gone off that drank always carried him a shank

He was quick draw mcgraw pull a trigger wouldn't think

Blazed up the block

And kept the spot hot

Sold the kind of dope that made ya bones rot

Non stop shuting down shop d-bo style

Cats call him phyche-ward cause his attitude wild

He was bloodin' they were crippin'

Burnt a few bridges

Shorted the wrong cats now he ducking dodging hit men

Hitmen said his one life to live was over

He was young and restless looking over his shoulder

No more wanted the hood life

Schemed a plan to take flight

Tired of liven left adecided to go right

Went right chose life no strife gained sight

Tesitmony carries weight bringing thugs to the light

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