Wyla - Slow Down lyrics

[Intro] Aye, shout out to Wyla for this one, you feel me? Feel like some old school Cadillac music Let the windows down and... [Verse 1] Here I go, I got nothin' to lose Never claimed to be gangsta, I got nothin' to prove It's one thing to be hood, another thing to be fools You go to war with a cold one, you rushin' to lose Got hustlin' blues I swear they never touchin' the crew I put my feet up on these beats like it's a clutch in the Coupe I like my girls little ratchet, but they wrestle for truth I'm from the South I can't help it, it's the best I can do Oh, Lord! That's just how the city raised me Came from the bottom where the floods and hurricanes be Tryna make a dollar, but I never let it change me Never let these pa**ive pessimists say what I can't be And I just spit all facts If you don't feel the locomotion, you should get off tracks Sayin', "Youngin' that's ? what you get off wax I never front, and what I front, I get all back [Hook] Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast Aye, you been havin' a good time Let's try to make this last Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast You know it's more than a good life They tryna make this cash You feel me? (If it ain't about a dollar, does it still make sense?) [Verse 2] Aye, Lord, forgive me You know I got that Florida in me And I'm good in the state, Pensacola to Kissimmee Down to open locker, ain't no ? if you act right Question, since when did bein' smart mean you act white? Tangent, back to peelin' tangerines Me and homies was never really handed things Ain't got no cronies, or feel like we the man, it seems From the land of Mickey Mouse and abandoned dreams Oh, Lord! I been plottin' on a million 24, college educated, no children And I chose to rap Oh, boy, must not be too smart If it's all about a dollar then no, it can't be true art Please go be who you are, there's only one me And it's probably for the best, I'm terrible to the tree Meanest to the roots, but I know that God got me Bleedin' on these tracks, you would think a 9 shot me [Hook] (x2) Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast Aye, you been havin' a good time Let's try to make this last Slow down young man, don't make 'em move too fast You know it's more than a good life They tryna make this cash You feel me? [Outro] They like people who can't really sing So that's what I was doing