Lyrics Slow Down - ER Black feat. Hem

Yo
Never hit the stage giving props to me
A couple homies with sticks they're mirroring hockey teams
I'm on the grind like a coffee bean or I'm copping tree, no stopping me
Hot as the Takis be when we chopping beats
You beefing all on the corner or you just chopping cheese?
Constantly prophesizing profit the prophets is scoffing often my consciousness all in boxes like poppy sees
Already failing the test, you're blaming the poppy seeds
The devil saved me the irony I am Constantine
Uncommonly modest promised my momma my pockets filled with the commas my thoughts entangled I'm August, I'm honest and all this costing me
I got the juice like I'm Paulo Costa, release your entire roster, you building my team coming you Kevin Costner
Started smart like a guard from Boston you destined for coffins
Double crossing apostles I'm already dead homie and you just playing possum

I seen it go down
Feel the pain and now it's all we know now
Walking down the streets I feel it's three below now
Been moving way too fast to slow down
Could never slow down
I seen it go down
Feel the pain and now it's all we know now
Walking down the streets I feel it's three below now
Been moving way too fast to slow down
Could never slow down

We're mahogany countertop browsing
First month out of the woods, made a couple thousand
Came from roaches on counters tops adjacent to section eight housing
Got close relationships with Bar bouncers
The boy brown-skinned, a little lighter in the winters though
At 26 you can't convince me we're not winners though
LLC'd my own business call me CEO
I'm Vince McMahon, chairman to the board
Loyal to my girl but know a couple of them pray they see divorce
Spit on your song it Goes harder you can't see Deborah
Easy to slaughter, he's an endorser, legal enforcer
Leaving the feces when I been speaking should be on the toilet
Honestly really enjoy it, modesty is really just stupid
If the question is can I be stopped then I've already proved it
I mean respectfully and humbly and yes the boy has been hungry
It's Betty Crocker pots up in the kitchen
RIP to malnutrition I've been acting different
Hit my mom on the text she said do not forget the Mission
Remember being 17 on the bus with a mixtape, the backseat, trying to get everybody just to listen
Now I got fans in Burbank,
UK to California state, shoutout to Jersey
RIP to everybody that we lost in Ukraine, and I will say it until the world heard me

I seen it go down
Feel the pain and now it's all we know now
Walking down the streets I feel it's three below now
Been moving way too fast to slow down
Could never slow down
I seen it go down
Feel the pain and now it's all we know now
Walking down the streets I feel it's three below now
Been moving way too fast to slow down
Could never slow down