Yeah
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Yeah
There's little niggaz out there juggin
Rolling with straps
Tryina be the man now
But they living of scraps
Doing cunch first time
Now they rolling with cash
Can't afford to lose a penny
Or they're holding a slap
Never thought in year 7
He'd be holing a wap
Picture him, holding it
But he ain't holding it back
Never had a happy home
Because his mother's a slag
And never seen his f*cking dad
Now he criminally tapped
Yeah
He's never loved a hoe
But he's in love with the cash
Never wants to go back
But he in love with the dash
And smokes gonna blow
But he ain't flicking no ash
He a big man now
He can sign his own pack
And in less then a day
He's taking more then a stack
He ain't never going back
Unless it's back to the trap
Now he pulls his hood up
As he lowers his hat
Told his mum he's in the circus
But he serving them cats
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down...
Tryina be the king of the streets
But got dirt on ya face
And no crown
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down...
Tryina be the king of the streets
But got dirt on ya face
And no crown
Yeah
Now he got something to lose
He had a B.M and a yute
And he barely 22
Looking at a 22
When he turned 21
He was a savage with a gun
Now he sat in A-Wing
Spur 2-21
20 years later
His little girl became a mum
Still had 19 wraps where you couldn't see the sun
And they got him knocked back
For another 18 months
Now he sat in segregation with 17 cunts
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down...
Tryina be the king of the streets
But got dirt on ya face
And no crown
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down...
Tryina be the king of the streets
But got dirt on ya face
And no crown
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down...
Tryina be the king of the streets
But got dirt on ya face
And no crown
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down lil nigga
Slow down...
Tryina be the king of the streets
But got dirt on ya face
And no crown