Slow Down

[Intro] Tell them, tell them boys pour up, drink till you throw up If they, if they hatin', hatin' you gon' tell 'em get their dough up Party, party, party through the night till the sun up Hustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks till you come up [Hook: Derek Minor] You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) [Verse 1: Derek Minor] You got green, purp, brown, white, gone almost every night Bad one at the crib, when you get home she gon' get you right You don't play games and they know what's up If it ever go bad you gon' pop your trunk And you spend dough on that Keisha, them boys better duck when they see it You got plenty guns, if you need to, you gon' fire off with that nina It's get dough, then more dough, it's smoke dro, then more dro You feel like that's real life? Oh no Get all the girls that you want, that ain't gon' make you a man Waste all the time that you want, you ain't gon' get it again Body yourself and keep thinkin' you winnin' But you know in your heart that this ain't really livin' I am your brother, I want so much more for you You could be more if you listened and slowed down [Hook] [Verse 2: Tony Tillman] You ain't really 'bout that life, you ain't never been in no trap You ain't never bust no strap, bang no loud, you ain't never sold no crack See the only thing you poppin' is a pill, homie chill Tear drop on your cheek, but we know that ain't real, who you killed? Talk so hard my dude but we know it ain't true, I know that's fake You claim you what? Hold up, who initiated you? It's cool, I'll wait See I know real killers, real killers, real gang bangers, real drug dealers And they ride around with that work, and tell me they don't go to church cause they thugs And they pack them pistols in the back of vans Seasoned shooters holding Zatarain's Light your block up like Afghanistan, duh, duh, duh, duh, choppers like a Taliban Homie understand, when you playin' with the flame That you're bound to get hurt Tryin' to be a bad boy, 'posed to mess around and get smart But we know you ain't down to get murked You better slow down [Hook] [Verse 3: Tedashii] Man, hold up, tell them boys to pour up I love the feelin' till you kneelin' on the floor to throw up Man, hold up, see I done came down We either snoozin' or we doin' time Either way we losin' time We tell them boys to slow down, they like what for? Cause it's about to go down, oh you ain't know bruh? All of it, yeah all of it, ruins lives but y'all all love it I ain't innocent though cause we all does it But I'm close enough to see it's all nothin' Chasin' after the wind, you never will win It feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end Chasin' after the wind, you never will win It feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end Hold up [Outro] Tell them boys pour up (Choppers like a Taliban) Tell 'em get their dough up Party, party, party (Feel like that's real life) Hustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks til ya come up You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You better s-s-s-slow (down,down, down, down, down, down, down)