Slow Down

[Intro: Copywrite talking] Yeah, I got some shit on my mind man. I know I'm not the only one. Highs and lows, we all go through 'em. There's some highs right now but I'm definitely feeling the lows. Stress off my chest "When you got things on your mind" [Verse One: Copywrite] I burn blunts back to back One after that, one after that, one more Who am I kidding? Prolly burn a bunch more On the front porch tryin' to reach a zone to each his own Rather be alone with a blunt torch than speak to foes I got problems layered on top of problems player I'm at the bottom with not a prayer My cake's not in layers And ain't no chef to complain to So I'm adjusting my aim to top you haters I'm pop But they don't wanna see it, told 'em to close their eyes Been years in the making, told 'em it's no surprise Spit tears, blood and sweat So those who close your eyes, open 'em You ain't seen nothin' yet O.H. 10, put your ?? prints in the cement We're going nowhere that we leavin' but we came to leave with I got shit on my mind, it's tellin' me to get on my grind And get in where you fit in, ain't no ditchin' in line Now... [Hook: Tage Pronto] Slow down, you won't get the best of me Fulfilling the destiny, shuffle through the low down Reppin' the O-Town I know there's a lot to do I do what I got to do Shakin' off the haters Made it on my own now Predicting a victory, you ain't got shit for me It's nothin' Ain't my complexion I hold down There ain't no tamin' him cause we ain't afraid of 'em God damn it hard for a hater to sleep "When you've got things on your mind" [Verse Two: Copywrite] Gotta, write it, spit it out and get it out of my system and into yours Paper and ink, my shrink hit record My landlords knockin', wantin' rent All I got is pocket lint so I changed the locks on him Knock again Got not a cent, gotta vent, aim precise Cause I gotta win, playin' in the game of life I dropped out after a 9th grade 3 peat Made it to the 10th and my school mates didn't see Pete I was, hardheaded couldn't tell me nothin' Now I ask my mom like, "Why you ain't tell me nothin'?" She tried, see I Make it harder to make me God I was lazy Used to have to throw water to wake me She must've thought I was crazy Now I want to repay her With a seven level house and some lottery paper For all the pain that I gave her Early, comin' to court for me We all got war stories, mine's a little more gory [Hook] [Verse Three: Copywrite] I haven't done taxes in three years Ain't seen a dentist or doctor in seven You think I gotta be kidding, but I'm not I'm admittin' I'mma keep wishin' and scratchin' till I'm lottery hittin' Straighten my credit up then I'm on a property mission My mom apologized for where I was raised Told her I wouldn't change it for nothin', that's where I was made Down the street from nanam and papa and cherish the days And pray to God that I inherit their ways In the name of the Father, Son and the only Ghost Miss when they hold me close Now I'm grown and reality can lead to an overdose Gotta stay sober though Cause when I got 'dro to blow I'm comatose I wanna remember what I see coast to coast I'm goin' Regardless what this world leaves me My mind state is every state and zip code needs me It's hard to block once my target's locked Artist's guard your props I'm comin', 100 Miles and Running [Hook]