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lyricks - say it slower lyrics

i really like your songs… you know?
but i don’t understand what you’re saying…
maybe cuz my mind’s too slow…
but baby why don’t you just say it slower??

most of the times when i rap a song
i make it so complex that people can’t rap along
like jigga said i remain underground like a pair of cleats…
when 90 percent of you listeners only listen to beats
the game’s changing, the flows mostly from drake and wayne
but then came along kendrick lamar and i can’t complain
a lot of rappers now lack the sk!ll with like half the flow
but then again to be a rapper now you don’t have to flow…
what you wear and how you dance became half the show
i guess that’s the fastest way to cash, i’m the last to go
but i know the road, and i rode alone…
i can’t sing but i too could hold a noooooooooooooote…
don’t do it, flow so fluid, this music that i’m persuing
is slowly becoming stupid. it’s a big mistake…
don’t get it twisted though i’m not dissing drake
i think his hits are great. and i like his music…
but they took his flow, and these cats misuse it
imma show you what it’s like when the lyrics is tight
i could tell you when a song took five minutes to write
see i’m not trying to hate, but its hard not to
when i’m here spilling my heart, while u spillin ur vodka
i listen to biggie and pac while you listen to flocka
screw lyrics, ill just give you a huh, give you a brrraakkkaaa…
but whoever’s making the money at the end wins
and at 18 i never dreamt i would say that
cuz while i’m here saying ehhh… i don’t like what they sing
they still cashing royalty checks just to buy a maybach
now a days i have peers who make 80+ k
my friend just bought his father a brand new mustang
and i’m still broke so my father’s heart man it must sting
and i just think about how much shame that just must bring
my own younger sister thinks i’m disgusting
thinks i go on tour just cuz i like to get my fix…
but truthfully, when you give me props i just blush – pink
what kinda son can’t get his mom a nice christmas gift?
and this is it… death to my arrogance
call me sell out, hate on me, do the comparisons
i rapped for you long enough, now imma make tracks for them
they’re old school koreans, so success is just some cash to them!
so imma make the dough, but i won’t sell the soul
and i’ll change the flow, but i won’t change the show
and this maybe the realest song that you ever heard
i spit it extra slow, so u could understand my every word
word….

i really like your songs… you know?
but i don’t understand what you’re saying…
maybe cuz my mind’s too slow…
but baby why don’t you just say it slower??

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