Joell Ortiz - Sip Slow lyrics

Extra, extra read all about me
That's what y'all might as well say, man
I see you, man you ain't rootin' for me
You're watchin' me i'm flattered, though

I'm probably one of the illest
In the flesh with writtens
Various letters that connect with rhythms
Boy, don't be the next victim
I delivers with Gillette precision
You get popped like razor bumps all
On your neck for itchin'
To try to come for the title
Not your best decision
I put them Nikes on Ice, yeah
You get checked for slippin'
I'm number one when that number
Two pencil lead twistin', no lie
No whole wheat and no rye, I'm bred different
Been nice a long time
Just in case you forgot
I don't care where you get your cut
They say my name in that shop
I don't care where the beat drop
I lay some flames and it pop
My pens dropped baddest thoughts
Look like they make us a lot
I don't make records that the
Radio be playin' a lot
But that's cool, chain still weighin' a lot
I'm on the way to my spot in the Benz truck
Just bought my lady the drop
Haters watch as we his and
Her Mercedes the lot

I heard through the grapevine
They worried 'bout mine
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Do you
I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Sip slow, homie yeah, enjoy the show
Sip slow, homie

I'm watchin' 'em watch me, they sloppy
Could never copy the papi
They do some pretty good renditions
But they not me
You're actually one world away
How you gon' stop me
When I'm cruisin' at a Mach
3 on moves with Annunakis
I'm cool where life got me
I'm way above that block poppin' Roxies
But still below duckin' paparazzis
And the flow? Well, that
Keeps me kinda cocky, i'm nice
The feature price five dice
On these mics screamin' "Yahtzee"
Y'all worried about mine, quick question
What is you up to?
Me? I'm makin' music with the idols
That I grew up to on stages in true blues
Jet Blues to Ws with cool views
Feel like a baby owl, who knew
Michelle's only son that sold
Crack in that circle'll be the same kid with
Gold plaques and commercials
'Cause he can really rap, no trap
No commercial but this ain't me verse you
Don't take it personal

I heard through the grapevine
They worried 'bout mine
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Do you
I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Sip slow, homie yeah, enjoy the show
Sip slow, homie