[Intro: Cee Major]

Ay, ay, ay

Yeah

[Chorus: Cee Major]

Slow down, slow down slow

Pull up on me tell 'em 'Slow down, slow down slow'

You moving too fast for you

You better slow down, slow down slow

You better slow down, slow down slow

[Verse 1: Cee Major]

You could never get with the vibe I'm with

See I been wringing they necks, and that's tribal shit

And everybody's got a standpoint, mine is this

The game just don't add up if you minus this

I ain't with the dick-riding, try ride my (wave)

Wait, you better run that by my chick

They focus on accent more than the lines I spit

So when these lines turn these S's to dollars then they won't mind my lisp

Yep dollars, we worldwide with it

Best stay quiet like them if you ain't quite like this

Yeah I'm, riding in like Räikkönen

'Cause I just cruise then pop up, that's drive-by shit

I'm in the studio daily, nightly shifts

Say I been married to the keys on a vibe like Swizz

They green with envy, we ain't likeminded

From beats on LimeWire to being in the limelight, shit

I analyze they skits, and the lies they spit

They been fishing for likes I don't, like fishing

Type of bitches that you find bitching

Your favourite rapper should get thrown off stage if that applies to him

[Bridge: Cee Major]

So you don't wanna come to me for war

I got a team full of monsters, I'll put Sully through the door yeah

And all you couldn't keep my company, you couldn't keep my company's rapport so

[Chorus: Cee Major]

Slow down, slow down slow

Pull up on me tell 'em 'Slow down, slow down slow'

You moving too fast for you

You better slow down, slow down slow

You better slow down, slow down slow

[Verse 2: Cee Major]

All I do is drop hot shit on the road

You talking the best I'm at the back of your mind like your occipital lobe

Check it, the clock tick and we roll

'Cause I done proved I'm the best and I still got minutes to go

Ha ha ha, h-h-holy is my ghostwriter

This is, God-given, I got given the flow

I'm just, tryna ensure the wok sizzling

I don't eat bacon it don't mean I'm not bringing it home, homes

Look at the rate that I've grown

Known in more places than the places I know

Man know it's strictly flames that I hold

So ain't a nothing for me dog, I can cool off in any fucking shade that they throw

Little shy boy before I got my teeth crowned, now I just smile 'cause you ain't taking my throne

They clock my face they don't want a taste of my flow

Got a taster now, got more than a little face 'cause my flow

[Chorus: Cee Major]

Slow down, slow down slow

Pull up on me tell 'em 'Slow down, slow down slow'

You moving too fast for you

You better slow down, slow down slow

You better slow down, slow down slow