Slow Eddie

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Hyde] Uh, look Matte black with the rubber handle Gat I was under handing packs just to fumble through the racks I guess I'm getting to the money, guess I'm running through a check (Money) I nosedive into a pool full of hundreds and connects My jewels dripping, you see this ice from afar like Tibet And this black cherry gelato might be louder than turrets I was weary, nigga pacing for a hour with the sket When your ribs touching your back, you just start crying 'cause of stress Now wassup? The money doesn't have a limit when you blessed I woke up this week in three diffеrent cities like thе Nets I got mine because I earned it, you just wylin' for respect All I do is put the word in and they firing at your neck, woah (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) Catch up, shit I be relishing mine I'on know about yours but I'm embellished in mines Them shits was eighty apiece, seventy times Every seventy minutes, strike me dead if I'm lying, woah I would always tell 'em floss like a dentist The apprentice is the nigga who In charge, now I did it, yeah I was sitting in the background Now you know the show about to start when you hear that sound, uh [Verse 2: Skyzoo] Money comes, money goes Loyalty the common denominator when money blows Where the seats is a hundred Rolls or from the toughest [?] Only difference been is it backseat to [?] in As bad as they could be, and share the memories If we ever back where the hood be, shit we been at it since Hookie From where you can make a career of a package of cookies Rep for all of that, you bought it back till you understood me This is more or less a corner blessed with high speech Put a broader bet on the corners, left and watch 'em breathe Winning became the norm, we made it seem like a 'give me' And you believe in us like how Shay believed in his city, right Yeah, this the feeling that comes with all of that Going eight for a dime like a preppy kid hit the quarterback, yeah Then your son on the corporate kind And no one knocked over line, he got extras like overtime Catch him [?] for real [Verse 3: Grafh] Shay Product dropped in the Art of War [?] (Hot) Power rock, it's not Tylenol I do sets in the park of the construction blood that I got from the dollar store These Prada shorts are made up of fossil out of a dinosaur The bodies in your songs when you holla at the wall I done saw Black Koran A chopping block and I got a saw Body parts got dissolved The beef I heard about in your hood, you were not involved (Stop) I'm in the statue by the [?], ooh I got a call Without you the police could have never got it solved (Woo) Gangster, huh, I don't need the best joke I'm Khaled mood, my attitude is a 'We The Best' quote, huh These niggas be hangin' they self so I needed less rope Lost in the street like the GPS broke No dead weight, get a paddle, I'on need the best boat I'on need the rest, leave 'em, let's float Leave 'em next to me they get soaked We the best, nigga we the next hope I put a dope gang logo on a BSF Coat We the set What's the secret ingredient, coke Pedal till the BMX broke, nigga Block shit, woo My name Grafh hoe