Kataem & Sani - Slow Talk

Got the home grown
Man I might just smoke the whole crop
Speeding my ass pass the road blocks
If they pull me over imma hit em with the slow talk
Took so many Ls it aint no loss
Keep all them winnings on me
My crew got juice aint no difference with me
Go ask if katt got unlimited heat
I spend a rack and then rip the receipt

Stay getting higher and there aint no Geronimo
You got loud gossip but its not as audible
I've been on a trip, now they tryna vámonos
Y'all my sons I aint talking prodigal
Even out my element I be still in the zone
Even as a peasant I'm representing the throne
Even doing less I'm still beating yo most
You would think I'm on the run the way I move on the road
Hot trail to the bread I'm tryna give it a toast
Splitting all the winnings this shit is a give and go
You would that I'm a psycho the way I'm killin em cold
Or a garbage man the way I collect the gross
Better for my past but really I didn't grow
Still the same young don just wearing some bigger clothes
Point me to yo favorite, ill kill em all in a row
They know I'm the truth I'm letting the whistle blow like
He came the game became deceased
She say he cant relate, believe
Someone tell the boy that he should behave
Before we get a replay what we hate to see
Just another rapper losing meals over beef
Just another human I just act like a machine
I'm about the business so I gotta keep it clean
On a day off I be moving like a fiend

Got the home grown
Man I might just smoke the whole crop
Speeding my ass pass the road blocks
If they pull me over imma hit em with the slow talk
Took so many Ls it aint no loss
Keep all them winnings on me
My crew got juice aint no difference with me
Go ask if katt got unlimited heat
I spend a rack and then rip the receipt

I'm just tryna live like a drake song
Or a trey song song, let it play all day long
Talking legendary like a Nate Dogg
When the pace off still I be moving like its playoffs
Got so many plays that I aint call
I aint tired of em saying imma take off
Keep the blunt fired like a napalm
Then get a rapper a lay off
Or a day job off a name drop
Sani Dasani
Drip and drowning, we be causing tsunamis
Kill the fountain then we counting the bodies
Stretch her body you could call me Pilates
Just a hobby, I be sorry not sorry
Head was blessed, I'm just calling it sloppy
Kicking back I'm might call it karate
Crew of bosses I just call em my posse

Got the home grown
Man I might just smoke the whole crop
Speeding my ass pass the road blocks
If they pull me over imma hit em with the slow talk
Took so many Ls it aint no loss
Keep all them winnings on me
My crew got juice aint no difference with me
Go ask if katt got unlimited heat
I spend a rack and then rip the receipt

Written by:
Kataem O'connor

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