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hackey og - drive slow (interlude) lyrics

[intro]
(chronic auxiliary)

[verse 1: hackey og]
i’ve been derailing like a loose train
a loose train
scr+ping up a lotta loose change
i lose train
every time i taste a new strain
a new strain
i relieve me of a new pain
i can’t think
little bit of woosah
i’m too high
busy boolin’ with my brewhas
sipping kool+aid
i’ve been on the up and up
for like 202 months
somebody ‘bout to blow
call the bomb squad
i’ve been on the wire
red, blue, red, blue, buh+bye
red, blue, red, blue, decide
red, blue, red, blue, you ride
red, blue, red
riding through the projects
mind me like i’m boxed in
quarantine me, toxic
being poor’s obnoxious
walk a mile in my shoes
only if the socks fit
can’t do it how i do it
i’m the coldest on my block with it
quit it
only one to work alone
no, i’m not kidding
i’m made every single beat
and shot my own video
me, myself and i
we get along, though
self+engineering
every single song, bro
longer nights ahead of me
the thing go
f+ck a b+tch and stack your plaques up
that’s the lingo

[chorus: hackey og]
so drive slow, sit low
drive slow through my city getting throwed
i drive slow, i sit low
no tints, see me sliding, getting blowed
(x2)

[verse 2: hackey og]
driving slow, smoking slower
my eyes, they can’t get no lower
i throw it all in the grinder
then grind up four leaves like clovers
confiding in chronic, vibing
that’s my auxiliary, proud of
my lack of vulnerability
even when they tried k!lling me
sick when i spit
i was masked up before the scare
i’ve been infecting every mic
that i touch, rudy golbert
i’ve had my time to prepare
and say all my prayers
local rappers front
they don’t know me, i got ‘em scared
i’m a rarity
talking to myself like tyler perry be
for kobe tried to ball ‘fore i was twenty four
and it buried me
at least i ain’t like half of my class
three times they marrying
only just to keep ‘em as sides
now both ‘em carrying
i take it slow, i got some goals
more important than air to me
i got some foes, i hold ‘em close
i need ‘em near to me
my feet been forward, i will not fold
i never been so broke
ain’t been on tour, she say i’m washed up
that’s my hoe fo’sho
well since i’m washed up
you can find me right outside the show
and if you need me
i’ll be swimming in a sea of folks
longer nights ahead of me
i’m seeing ghosts
but no one with me in my dreams
so i cling to hope

[chorus: hackey og]
so drive slow, sit low
drive slow through my city getting throwed
i drive slow, i sit low
no tints, see me sliding, getting blowed
(x2)

[outro: hackey og]
so drive slow, sit low
drive slow through my city getting throwed
i drive slow, i sit low
no tints, see me sliding, getting blowed
(x2)
drive slow, sit low
through my city, getting throwed
drive slow, i sit low
not tints, get blowed
through my city getting throwed
drive slow, so slow

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