Drive Slow

(альбом: Cardrive - 2017)

You say you've got everything you want, what is that, what do you have?

Everything

What's everything?

I got a house, I got 3 cars, I got money in my pocket, everything I want

But how old are you?

17

Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
Crack the window, show these niggas all your gold homie
Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
Crack the window, show these niggas all your gold homie

Yo, my teacher told me plan your future days and be realistic, cause
Ain't no neighbour making paper solely off linguistics
But this trig and Pythagoras ain't making me no fanbase
Can't have no plan B here distracting me from plan A
I here say
That I'll cement my presence with authority
There's more to me than scores and beats and bones and sheets of wordplay
The sorbet, sweet ass rappers hitting all those high notes
Make a pathway, cause I've been ruling since I was a zygote
Imma fly though
Cause it was written down beneath the prophecies
Emerging from the womb spitting fire, an anomaly
Of great proportion
Imma get my portion properly
And if you sway the other way
This is what I'll say

What's it gonna be when it all starts to change
How you gonna go when the curtain hit the stage
What's it gonna be when the pen hit the page
What you gonna do when the sun hit the shade

And I've been hanging round the way fam
Soon the dough come in and I'll be hanging round some wasteman
Need to clear the evils that been touring on my cranium
Maturity been calling but I'm still a Super Saiyan
I'm just a guinea pig inside the spinning wheel of fear and fortune
Mr Sabre, Vader's stepping weapons and he forcing
Mr Sabre, Vader's tempting blessings and he talking
Mr Sabre, Vader's damn impressing, yes he awesome
My soul contorting
The clouds in front the sun got me conforming
They sent informants
And the power of the tongue had made the sword been sorted
The great debate had well been settled on the sharpest forces
So I roll roll, out the door to face the glow
And its so cold the place I know inside my soul
But the snow goes to cover nose and opticals but the bro's been gone
Don't walk towards the light, fuck it Imma stroll like

What's it gonna be when it all starts to change
How you gonna go when the curtain hit the stage
What's it gonna be when the pen hit the page
What you gonna do when the sun hit the shade

Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
Crack the window, show these niggas all your gold homie
Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
Crack the window, show these niggas all your gold homie