[Hook]
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Yea yea, for real
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
[verse 1]
Pick out the clip it’s a movie
You could get that sh** exclusive
I’ll merk your a** then get illusive
Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis
I don’t come around you’re a nuisance
C man is holding my deuces
Tats on my neck till you lawmakers,debt holders, f** you I’m useless
I roll around town with Mike Buseys
Outcast who don’t give a f** about you and your truces
My b**h and my weed and my muses
I hit them both I’m abusive
Nothin but true sh** in my music
Your sh** is so filled with lies
That I see how folks listening could think that’s confusing
I got the juice in my city lil homie
Dont f** with me or I’m gonna use it
It’s time to turn up like an ugly a** b**h gave her number
We finna lose it!
[Hook]
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Yea yea,for real
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
[Verse 2]
I hate these p**y lil boys who be getting my number
Stay the f** way from me, I got no time
There’s sh** on my plate,there ain’t no vacancy
I got some bad b**hes chasing me, I got some good girls thats running
f** it like there’s nobody dating me
Stagnant that something I hate to be
Least if I’m lone and progressing, I guess that sh** straight with me
I’m about to drop me a mixtape I think it was made for me
Then I’ma spend all my racks, there ain’t none I can take with me
f** how ya feeling I ain’t making friends gotta pay for me
I’m putting tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me
My teacher went and bought a play for me
Don’t want me serving I told all my Stans not to wait for me
Used to be at their house faithfully
Beggin me to come back It’s already too late for me
I’m just trying to get back home safely
Count so much bread we gon start up a bakery
Y’all want the fakery, I can’t fake sh**
I got something for those sending hate to me
[Hook]
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Yea yea, for real
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
[Verse 3]
Big shout to my pops
I ain’t trying to think about it, I’ve been sippin liquor on the rocks
My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was eight months pregnant
Hated those muf**as when I dropped
Jar full of pills, I’ma go ahead and pop, why would I ever stop
If dropping dope in the crib something that the feds don’t like
Guess I’m someone they should watch
I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots
Bills knockin at the door I’m just in the club to host, after that I’m gettin ghost
I’ve just been doing me these b**hes they doing the most
Someone ain’t love them enough as a child, I could tell by the sh** that they post
I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite
Gettin’ cash and I don’t mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast
We ain’t where we’re suppose to be but sure gettin close
I can feel that sh** coming, just want the money done had me a dos
Watch me approach pull up with game for the coach
Now ain’t nothing we don’t toast we’ve been doing this sh** for real
We’ve been doing this sh** for real
We’ve been doing this sh** for real
We’ve been doing this sh** for real