(Intro)

Guess I'm really very lucky

That I've got this thing to play

'Cause you really make me feel good

Even when it's hurting me
(Verse)

I slow flow's em to death

Walk straight in the booth with my mind

Right and go left

Yes, my lyrical presence is scary

I give that unthinkable, Adam vinetary

Tell them little boys if they ready

Stop balling in JV

Step on that varsity, caught in play D, baby

Girl know I'm all about my green, uh, AC

Fight nightin AC, she blew me, no A/C

Aye, see I be on that other shit

Had a plan to take over when rappers spotted cross elephants

I slow flow's em to death

Swag ignorant like parking a Rolls Royce in the jets

Shawty 10 years ago I had rolls gold on my neck

And that's before Young Money album wouldn't go along, I saw a jack
I slow flow's em to death

New York nigga, only right I feel B.I.G is the best

Fuck they talkin bout?

We was in them clubs mobbing

Neighbors tryna walk it out

We was slingin sour D's and crack grindin for anything

They was swag surfin in them clubs doin the stinky leg

I'm usually on that potent but tonight I need a drink instead

And a bad caramel bitch that give that pinky head

Got her making spittin cum bubbles with that dick in her mouth

She even say Millz you the best

When I'm takin that dick out I'm like wow!

She talented but I'm immaculate

I think they startin to mistake my confidence as arrogance

That's why I slow flow's em to death

Talkin through these verses and stretch my intellect

They can't give me a run for my money or a job with me

So I reduce my speed to baby steps

You welcome, Pownky, Ikea

That place Neil Armstrong went â?? I'm there
And I slow flow's em to death

Yes! I slow flow's em to death