Slow Down (feat. Alemeda)

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system 310-909 Yeah, yeah, soul Look Times is getting darker, my time getting [?] My niece is getting smarter, we starting to feel that shit, look I tell 'em Uncle Bizzy, they don't wanna hear that shit, look I say see you tomorrow, that promise never garnered I never told nobody this but, I lost a son Or maybe it was a daughter But I say it because if it's real, I gotta fast that part of My deepest fears that's growing near, they call that feeling calmer I'd have to be a father And look at how I did all these bitches, I mean women, look Throughout my life, drunken and scattered nights You don't believe in abortion, pressure forced her, so she sacrificed and all for what? A little head or nut and bragging rights Something I made myself forget so I could pass the nights by How she sleeping? She prolly ain't sleeping or barely I never once feel guilty, maybe that's the part that scares me Maybe that's the part that is fucked up Need to grow up Slow down, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You putting reverse on all your progress You'll need to appreciate your process, mmm Slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You putting reverse on all your progress You'll need to appreciate your process Look, my cousin called me, ignore it, I don't pick up the phone But I use the struggle for records and now my blessings grown I never told them better days was coming out to public Just put his business to the masters and then I hit the roll I told your business to the world so I could make some gold What I didn't tell you was there was an apology that was old What I didn't tell you is how strong my fucking cousin is After better days, hit by a whip, shattered bones Coma while he's sleeping, we pray that he wake up Rappers cap for a foundation, this shit I can't make up Rico woke and told us calmly that while he was sleeping, dreaming, reminisced of us kids, playing, wasting days up It kept him calm, so calm, thank god that he's still living And even more to thank God that he's stronger so I'm forgiven Told me, Rob, I was upset, but I'm glad you told my story I couldn't admit addiction, I was glad you told it for me I'm glad you living your dreams and I was glad that you ever were worried I live my life as a hustler, although this [?] life is boring This much safer, keep my pace and recover, then rose to glory and shit Don't say no more, I got something I never spoke, I'm sorry I wasn't man enough to call you first And your story never forgotten while I write this verse I'm glad you moved back from Atlanta and made your way home And no matter how quick life is moving, I'll pick up the phone I'm sorry Slow down, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You putting reverse on all your progress You'll need to appreciate your process, mmm Slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You putting reverse on all your progress You'll need to appreciate your process Bitch, I don't know what I'mma wear Boy texting me talking 'bout he in town Telling me to pull up to the crib Nigga, please Yo solo, you ready? Sure It's Carson in the house Carson is definitely in the motherfuckin' house