T.I. - Drive Slow (Remix) lyrics

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T.I. - Drive Slow (Remix) lyrics

[Kanye West] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib I got more TV's in here than where I live [Verse 3 - GLC] And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the sh** And everything I flip, you know it's something serious I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims I got the baller genetics, baby this evidence You see a player flicking and how you ain't convinced That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil bit I wearing my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain My canary's is gleaming through my angel wings They see me, hoes acting like they seen a king With that mean lean, smoking on that finest Cali green My woodgrain oak, I'm riding on Vogues My cylinder quiet like tip-toes I sold O's and this I know When you see them hoes, lil homie, drive slow (Tony Williams harmony ad-libs) [T.I.] Looking at life through my rearview, all the problems I had Could be seen a lot clearer after time had pa**ed Known for living so fast, they wonder how he don't crash With 220 on the dash, he constantly mashing "Why don't he slow down?" they be constantly asking But me in the fast lane is like metal and magnets Now I ain't trying to say that it's the way of the ma**es But it's so hard to change, I love this sh** with a pa**ion Since me and Sigel cutting cla**es, showing our a** Shooting out in broad day in the middle of traffic I remember selling crack faster than I could bag it Just sharing my past with you shawty, I ain't bragging Me and Cap got life, some other folk got blasted Had a partner O.D. and after this all happened It's like the only thing that kept a pimp from crying is laughing And the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness I never thought that I'd make it this far rapping For introducing the youth to what we now call "trappin'" Considered now a cla**ic, who'd have imagined? Me in Milano getting models in next year's fashions So nowadays, they can call me old-fashioned But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashing So I guess the moral of this here cla** is: Life about who make it now, not about who make it the fastest