[Intro: Mac]
Send this off to my nigga Mike King and all them 22nd gangsters in Columbus, Ohio
From an OG to a BG
Slow your roll, niggas
Shell Shocked
Check it
[Verse 1: O'Dell]
Fifteen with the triple beam, workin' the streets
Lil' nigga got a ride, now he bumpin' the beats
It's all good (It's all good), he pass by makin' it known
Hot boy, yeah, we see you with the chip phones
He talkin' to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin' that shit 'cause he gettin' paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had them same kinda ways
In a rush to get paid, keep a fresh pair of J's
On a nigga feet, and it was something to ball
Go to school, tell them niggas, "I ain't fuckin' with y'all"
I'm headed to the grind with a pocket full of dimes
I hope he got that 9 and he got it on his mind
'Cause them haters won't like that, would you pass
If them niggas were buckin' at your lil' mannish ass?
Watch your back, lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll
[Chorus]
Keep that iron, young man, what niggas used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
Keep that iron, young man, what niggas used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
[Verse 2: Mac]
Sixteen with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of moms, wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now he ready for war, he five deep in the black car
And all them niggas got murder on they mind
Your boy got that AK, you got the TEC-9 (I got the TEC, you heard me?)
From the passenger seat, he spot whoadie (Who is whoadie?)
That's the nigga pulled the trigger when he stole me
"Take that, motherfucker"
That's what he yell as the semiautomatic went bucka-bucka
And all you niggas gotta die
Is that the killer in his eyes or was it just a disguise?
'Cause I remember he was a lil' timid nigga
Lil' skinny nigga, now he pullin' triggers
And who are you to take these laws in your own hand?
Look, daddy told me like a grown man, woah, slow your roll
[Chorus]
Keep that iron, young man, what niggas used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
Keep that iron, young man, what niggas used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
[Verse 3: O'Dell]
Seventeen with a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he killed, now tell me how it feel
To look deep in his eyes and see your whole life
Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife
And he was five times bigger
It wouldn't mean shit to the trigger, but you can't get to it quicker
I seen the look in his eye when the blade penetrated
He bled like he menstruated
And I can't sleep knowin' how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him on the block, now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a killer?
Forgiveness for a lil' nigga who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he wanted was the finer things
Laid in his casket with a Rolex and the diamond rings
Dear God, have mercy on his young soul
See he was told most of us don't make it old
Slow your roll
[Chorus]
Keep that iron, young man, what niggas used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
Keep that iron, young man, what niggas used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
[Outro]
Slow your roll, oh