[Mac]
Send this out to my nigga Mike King and
All the 22nd gangsters in Columbus Ohio
From a O-G to a B-GEE
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
Check it
[O`Dell]
15 with the triple beam, working the streets
Lil` nigga gotta ride, now he`s bumpin` the beats
(It’s all good, it`s all good)
He pass by makin` the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the chip phone
He talkin` to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin` the shit, cus he gettin` paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had the same kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J’s
On a niggas feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas they ain`t fuckin` with chall
Don`t hit it, to the grime, a pocket full of dimes
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won`t like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back Lil` nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don`t make it old, slow your roll
[Chorus]
(rolll)
Keep it on your mind
(Rolll)
A nigga shoots the same
(Slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
(Rolll)
What mama used to say,
(Slow your rolll)
Keep it up young man
(Roll)
A nigga shoots the same
(Slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
What mama used to say
[Mac]
16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin`
They shot him right in front of momz` wasn`t even trippin`
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now he`s ready for war, he five deep in the black car
And all dem niggas got murder on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k. you got the tech 9 (i got the tech you heard me)
Passenger seat he spot woo-ney, who is woo-ney
He`s that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me
Take that muthafucka, what`s what he yell at the sinner
As the automatic went **bucka**bucka**
And all you niggas gots to die
Is that the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus I remember he was a Lil` timid nigga, a Lil` skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in your
own hands
His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll
[chorus]
[O`Dell]
17 with a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he killed
Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see your whole
life
Ain`t got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife
He`s five times bigger, and it wouldn`t mean shit to the trigger
But you can`t get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eye
When the blade penetrated, he played like he ??
And i can`t sleep knowing how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a killer
Forgiveness to a Lil` nigga who praised nothin` but skrilla
All he wanted was the finer things
He laid in his casket with a Rolex and ?diamond rags?
Dear god have mercy on his young soul
See he told, most of us don`t make it old
Slow your roll
[Chorus]
