Rick Hyde, Grafh, Skyzoo - Slow Eddie lyrics

Uh, look
Matte black with the rubber handle Gat
I was under handing packs just
To fumble through the racks
I guess I'm getting to the money
Guess I'm running through a check (Money)
I nosedive into a pool full
Of hundreds and connects my jewels dripping
You see this ice from afar like Tibet
And this black cherry gelato might
Be louder than turrets i was weary
Nigga pacing for a hour with the sket
When your ribs touching your back
You just start crying 'cause of stress
Now wassup? The money doesn't have
A limit when you blessed
I woke up this week in three
Diffеrent cities like thе Nets
I got mine because I earned it
You just wylin' for respect
All I do is put the word in
And they firing at your neck, woah
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Catch up, shit I be relishing mine
I'on know about yours but
I'm embellished in mines
Them shit's was eighty apiece, seventy times
Every seventy minutes, strike me
Dead if I'm lying, woah
I would always tell 'em floss like a dentist
The apprentice is the nigga who In
Charge, now I did it, yeah
I was sitting in the background
Now you know the show about to
Start when you hear that sound, uh

Money comes, money goes
Loyalty the common denominator
When money blows
Where the seats is a hundred
Rolls or from the toughest
Only difference been is it backseat to in
As bad as they could be
And share the memories
If we ever back where the hood be
Shit we been at it since Hookie
From where you can make a career
Of a package of cookies rep for all of that
You bought it back till you understood me
This is more or less a
Corner blessed with high speech
Put a broader bet on the corners
Left and watch 'em breathe
Winning became the norm
We made it seem like a 'give me'
And you believe in us like how
Shay believed in his city, right
Yeah, this the feeling that comes
With all of that
Going eight for a dime like a
Preppy kid hit the quarterback, yeah
Then your son on the corporate kind
And no one knocked over line
He got extras like overtime
Catch him for real

Shay product dropped in the Art of War (Hot)
Power rock, it's not Tylenol
I do sets in the park of the construction
Blood that I got from the dollar store
These Prada shorts are made up of
Fossil out of a dinosaur
The bodies in your songs when
You holla at the wall i done saw
Black Koran a chopping block and I got a saw
Body parts got dissolved
The beef I heard about in your hood
You were not involved (Stop)
I'm in the statue by the, ooh I got a call
Without you the police could have
Never got it solved (Woo)
Gangster, huh, I don't need the best joke
I'm Khaled mood, my attitude is
A 'We The Best' quote, huh
These niggas be hangin' they self
So I needed less rope
Lost in the street like the GPS broke
No dead weight, get a paddle
I'on need the best boat
I'on need the rest, leave 'em, let's float
Leave 'em next to me they get soaked
We the best, nigga we the next hope
I put a dope gang logo on a BSF Coat
We the set
What's the secret ingredient, coke
Pedal till the BMX broke, nigga
Block shit, woo my name Grafh hoe