TIKE - Slow Down (feat. Shocktown) Lyrics

Everything real
Is it a crime
She wanna pipe
I'm Feeling obliged
Been on the road
She's Been on my mind
If Marje is good then I'm alright

I've seen your guys
It ain't on sight
Unlesss they've gone blind
Unless they've gone blind
Or they know what I'm on
If they know Tike

Yeah they know howww
How it's gonna go down
They don't want no smoke
I think they better slow down
Slow slow down

Always alone but I roll with my buddy
A load of my life will go over your head
So many L's and U don't wanna ride then I'm cutting u off like u spoke to the feds
Pack at my sentence got one with letters in f*ck shotting draws though I'm smoking the zed
Ride on my Uno but I can get n*%#s to come to your door like u owe them some bread
Ain't no domestic I'm beating it up
Want it I need it she freaky as f*ck
Catching em lacking I'm hitting em up
Didn't shave em though I gave em a touch
Now I know me and I go with my soul
Such a big ego it's hard to let go
Really they're sheep's but they're calling calling em goats
I've gotta show em I want it the most
Run with my blessings there's No time for resting they know that I'm destined for greatness
Pain up on pain in it rests in my chest where I used to feel empty with hatred
Only 15 I was working with snow
Now they send man a bounce and I work from home
In the bend of the Thames the millenium dome
In the bend of the Thames the millenium dome
Deep deep they ain't deep as me
I'm the waviest so come eat this d
It makes em nautious I'm laser focussed even atheists should believe in me
I was lost I got led by the blind
I was begging begging give me a sign
I made mistakes I can't rewind
Show it's love and I'll give you my time

Pack the sprite and put the mud
Spilling sauce with all my buddies
Drip drip now its flooding
Buss it open bout you love him
Cause my drip is coming custom
Yellow diamonds looking mustard
Eat the cake but not the custard
Jewellery coming like they clusters
Baby can't rock with the star
To the moon smoking on gushers
Met the bitch down at the bar
Now she all leaving all flustered
Might pull up in a ghost no busters
Dreadrins coming like rastas
Everyone here real hustlers
Money bag yo big duffere