Ruggo - Walk Slow

Live and love
Sip my Thai iced tea, pinky up
Side view mirrors clean as fuck
Moving like my net worth pushing passed the sun
'Bout to hit the road
Corduroy coat
Big steps, big creps
Walk slow
Had to tell 'em walk slow
Mmm
Got to remember who I am
Last year I was sweeping fries into the trash
This year I've been on a grind trying to stack
I realized that paper always fall where it lands
Learned that walls come up fast
Got to look around before you hit your little dash
Got to build your credit 'fore you flex your little cash
I was nineteen with a 680 FICO in my hands
Could've copped a new whip, old Mercedes looking glam
Thinking 'bout the stunt
Thinking 'bout the Cam
'01 runner still alive and I need her
I'd hate to permanently park her like Peter
(Heh)
(Oh)
So where y'all headed to?
They tried to tell me I'd be lucky to be let in school
But now these college motherfuckers got a debt to shoot
Real stupid moves coming from the ones that said I'm through
Bitch, I'm digging where the diamonds at
Fuck money, fuck degrees
Where your timing at?
All the smartest dudes I know got it thumping
'Cause the real discussion that's at every table is
'Bout an hour glass
(Yea)
Live and love
Sip my Thai iced tea, pinky up
Side view mirrors clean as fuck
Moving like my net worth pushing passed the sun
'Bout to hit the road
Corduroy coat
Big steps, big creps
Walk slow
Had to tell 'em walk slow
Mellow on my tee
Pedal fourty-five degrees
Y'all be gassing out trying to push it down the street
Hitting every red light keeping up with me
That's the story of my life: think nice, fuck speed
Yea
I walk jangling my keys
Faded Levi jeans bitch
Patience is my steez
Working with the bears
Still hanging with the bees
Steady floating on my back
Mental on necessities
Could've caught a couple fades upstairs where I sleep
Damn
That shit lame as hell to me
Bounce to regroup, hit the town get the scoop
Make it back with a couple hundred packed for the trees
My Roth IRA getting fed
I stop once a day for my head
Rather live chilling every day 'fore I'm dead than be stressing every
God damned minute till the end
So what I tell 'em dawg?
Live and love
Sip my Thai iced tea, pinky up
Side view mirrors clean as fuck
Moving like my net worth pushing passed the sun
'Bout to hit the road
Corduroy coat
Big steps, big creps
Walk slow
Had to tell 'em walk slow dawg

Written by:
Richard "Bankhead", Ryan Sheerer

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