Drive Slow / Taste Like Heaven

(Album: There You Have It - 2017)

[Drive Slow]

Yeah
Bunta-bunta-bunta-bunt-bunta-bunta-bunt
My grandfather used to tell me like

The good die young, everything that he said proven
Ever since Del died, they got my head ruined
My prayers go out to his loved ones, I'm sitting here fucked up
Can't remember the last thing that I said to him, man this shit crazy
Wasn't the closest, nah, but every meet was special
Got me recruiting shit, we almost shared a team together
Worked on our jumper, cone drills, we shared our dream together
And now that nigga gone, but I mean whatever
Not a disrespectful whatever, more like
"REASON, you never made the effort, and now you preaching that he's special"
Touché, those hypocritical lies
These my thoughts while I'm in traffic, taking off my nigga tie
It's been a long day, but tomorrow I'm paid
Been slaving and working hard, praying I get a raise
This that drive slow music, in traffic texting bitches from your iPhone music
You text, you wanna see her, she like, "I know stupid"
Instantly you think about how loud she be screaming when you digging her out
You in the hood, you could've been plotting how to get out
But you text your address, and now her nigga in route

So drive slow, ya' never know (Drive slow, drive)
'Cause nowadays bitches fuck niggas to get some dough (Drive, drive)
And errbody itching to figure a way to blow
As long as you chasing money you won't lose a single hoe, my nigga
Drive slow
(Drive slow, drive slow, drive slow)
Look, you never know, homie, about these hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes nigga

Free my nigga Fonz, he taught me this rap shit at an early age
The pressure from it can send you into an early grave
Be dead tired tryna make a living from it
Get the little things, take it and get bigger from it
Niggas running the game with catchy beats and labels that don't do shit
Put every dollar behind it to push your new shit
Praying the right nigga hear it to make a couple of bands
I swear this shit feel like it's higher stakes than Ruth's Chris
And label beatings like you know that I'm spitting
I know that they listen
They know every lyric, and they respond like
"REASON, dye your hair, they gotta know that you different"
I know my presence lacking but you know that I'm gifted
I'm tryna tell these niggas
My name should be ringing, I need that bell from niggas
But being real, I don't put enough to myself here
Gotta figure out a way to make music they wanna play
'Cause niggas quit their dreams everyday and press play

And drive slow, ya' never know
(Drive slow, drive)
'Cause nowadays bitches fuck niggas to get some dough (Drive, drive)
And errbody itching to figure a way to blow
As long as you chasing money you won't lose a single hoe, my nigga
Drive slow
(Drive slow, drive slow)
Look, you never know, homie, about these hoes, homie
You need to...

[Taste Like Heaven]

Take 'em to church

Whoo-hoo-hoo
Getting out on a Sunday, it's so sweet (So, so, so, so)
Tastes like a little bit of heaven
Whoo-hoo-hoo
Getting out on a Sunday, it's so sweet baby (So soulful, so soulful)
Tastes like a little bit of heaven

Look, what you know 'bout being the coldest nigga killing shit? Lyrics filled with gold
And everything you said was platinum, but ain't no records sold
Been tryna get my name a ring (A ring) but ain't no one proposed
I swear that nigga you've been waiting for right under your nose
Look I've been doing a lotta thinking homie
Wish I had a dollar for every time niggas was sleeping on me (Snooze)
No new friends, no, no, no, no, last thing I need is homies
'Cause my crew tighter than virgin pussy
Lately been curving groupies and bitches
I wanted to toss me ass now they throwing pussy
Man that shit crazy, look, my girl don't want me to catch stacks
When every move can change your life
Then every step's a death trap
Niggas claim they flow is nice
But nigga I'm screaming let's test that
'Cause I swear I don't believe these niggas
Can be anything in the world, but I don't wanna be these niggas
I make my music for the streets, I'm tryna reach these niggas
[?] be my family tree and I can't leave my niggas, that's leaving tree
Best out, shit you could bet that, uh
Mil hunting, coming after meals like wet naps
Work too hard to be set back
From rookie Kobe air balling to becoming nicer
Than Paul Pierce with a step back
So limits, we gon' test that, uh
They gotta know we were sent here to be kings
They gotta know we will be there

Yo, yo, P, I think this is the spot, think this is the spot. Pass me that real quick
Oh this definitely the spot. They got strobe lights out here? Flo got us at the disco
Nigga, it's some bitches at this one. I can't wait
Look at the disco nigga. This nigga IT was dancing on niggas
(Fuck IT, this shit does look lit out here. Let me throw my shit in the trunk too, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, P, pass me your shit Paul, gimme your shit too. We'll put it all in the trunk