Verse 1:
It's slow boogie gotta get you going, get you movin' slow southern talking rappin' a** n***a walkin' in my own shoes
I paid dues, like easy sunday morning, in fact someday we hope to get it going one day
Mc's is getting lost in the shuffle, it's why we gotta take you on the double, it seems we lost the focus and direction and the worse they ain't connecting what's the problem, them dollars got you nervous, when I do my thing utilities to pay, and ran on these facilities it happens everyday nine times out of ten, and the bind or behind gotta lay it on the line cose the world keeps spinnin', and more brothers doctin create and criticise, cose they really can't relate to a real a** n***a kickin live a** rhymes, 'bout to sense thy livin, but these are the times, cose
Hook:
I'd like to indtroduce myself x8
Verse 2: