[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抯 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抯

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]