Never Slow Down - Intellectual

[Hook]

Never slow down

Yeah, yeah (For real)

Never slow down

[Verse 1]

Clip after clip, it's a movie

You could get that shit exclusive

I'll merc your ass then get elusive

Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis

I don't come around, you a nuisance

Steve Maddens holding my deuces, tats on my neck

To you lawmakers, debt holders: fuck you, I'm useless

I roll around town with Mike Buseys

Outcast who don't give a fuck about you and your truces

My bitch and my weed, they my muses

I hit them both, I'm abusive

Nothin' but true shit in my music, yo' shit is so filled with lies

That I see how folks listening could think that's confusin'

I got the juice in my city lil' homie

Don't fuck with me or I'ma use it

It's time to turn up

Like an ugly ass bitch gave her number, we finna lose it!

[Bridge]

You ever made like a hunnid million dollars, fam? (For real)

You ever made like a hunnid million dollars, fam?

[Verse 2]

I hate these pussy lil boys who be getting my number

Stay the fuck 'way from me

I got no time, there's shit on my plate

There ain't no vacancy

I got some bad bitches chasin' me

I got some good girls that's running

Fuck it, I guess nobody datin' me

Stagnant, that's something I hate to be

Least if I'm lone and progressing, I guess that shit straight with me

I'm 'bout to drop me a mixtape, I think this was made for me

Then I'ma spend all my racks, there ain't none I can take with me

Fuck how ya feeling, I ain't making friends, gotta pay for me

I'm putting tats on my face, told my momma to pray for me

My teacher went and bought a play for me

Don't want me serving, I told all my Stans not to wait for me

Used to be at they house faithfully

Begging me to come back, it's already too late for me

I'm just trying to get back home safely

Count so much bread, we gon' start up a bakery

Y'all want the fakery, I can't fake shit

I got something for those sending hate to me

[Hook]

Never slow down

Yeah, yeah (For real)

Never slow down

Yeah, yeah (For real)

[Bridge]

Ever made like a hunnid million dollars, fam? (For real)

Thinking we would never make it up out the trap

[Verse 3]

Big shout to my pops

I ain't tryna think about it, I've been sippin' liquor on the rocks

My mama had a run in with the cops, when she was eight months pregnant

Hated those mothafuckas when I dropped

Jar full of pills, I'ma go ahead and pop, why would I ever stop?

If dropping dope in the crib something that the feds don't like

Guess I'm someone they should watch

I got my money in the streets first, still throw it into knots

Bills knocking at the doors

I'm just in the club to host, after that I'm getting ghost

I just be doing me, these bitches they doing the most

Someone ain't love 'em enough as a child, I could tell by the shit that they post

I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a Sprite

Getting cash and I don't mean to boast

Let all my naysayers roast

We ain't where we s'pose to be, but we sure getting close

I could feel that shit coming, just want the money, done had me a dose

Watch me approach, pull up with game for the coach

Now ain't nothing we don't toast, we've been doing this shit for real

We've been doing this shit for real

[Hook]

Never slow down

Whip, whip, whip, whip (For real)

Never slow down

Yeah, yeah (For real)