Signs (Freestyle)

[Pre-Chorus]

New money, new money

Old friends get the fuck on

If you for real with it and you fuck with me (Me)

This is our song (Okay)

[Chorus]

Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)

Dollar at a time (Yes)

Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)

Followin' the signs (Hey)

Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)

Followin' this heart (Heart)

Followin this gut (Yes)

But I don't see no signs (Of what?)

Signs of slowin' up

[Verse 1]

If I didn't let that bottle beat me

How the hell the odds gon' beat me?

I don't know why ya'll don't leave me 'lone like I ain't built for this

So what, we predicted this (Okay)

I'm surgical with this bitch (Okay)

So you enter my stitch of this (I don't give a fuck)

May the best man win, thе race we in

I'm like I'll racе you, lap you, pass yo crib

Come back and chase you in at night

You would rather go to war with Corleone

Or have a holy war with all the Israelites and Mayans

My wifey cryin'

My wifey chose to roll with me

Even though she knows fo' sho' that it's dangerous

She knows me more than anyone knows me, she's just like Lois Lane

But a little more nosey (Yeah)

I wonder how bitter that I would have been

If she woulda decide to just split and divorce me

I'll prolly be in denial laughin' like "This shit is a joke!"

With a stripper with nothin' sinkin' in

Like the Skipper steerin' Gilligan's boat

Or if you really support me

I promise to spit the craziest flows

Til' the day the aliens show

Up til' this bitch to deport me

[Refrain]

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

[Chorus]

Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)

Dollar at a time (Yes)

Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)

Followin' the signs (Hey)

Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)

Followin' this heart (Heart)

Followin this gut (Yes)

But I don't see no signs (Of what?)

Signs of slowin' up

[Verse 2]

Uh, never nearin' completion

My only fear is my beloved fear of the overthinkin'

With me seriously thinkin'

That I could seriously be scared of anything is just me seriously overthinking it

I'm so focused, I'm borderline bored of blinking

I'm more than a mortal mind can absorb

I'm alive with more than just sky

My alarm sounds in orbit to remind me there's a line at the door

Then my soul needs to be lowered down just to tour

And I'm sober so in order to perform

I prolly gotta slow the flow down even more

While I scroll through the Quran or the Torah

The Bible while I'm tryin' to decide am I more ahead of my time or before

And I don't know, I just know where I'm headed toward

And that's into checks in the commas' direction

Collectin' as many dollars, disrespectin' these Ebonics so get me

Dodging' that drama til' karma finally decides to forget me

Hopin' nobody'll try to upset me

Or catch me with my cash low

I'm hittin' every platform

I'm touchin' everything except my plateau

[Refrain]

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

[PreChorus]

New money, new money

Old friends get the fuck on

If you for real, nigga, and you fuck with me (Me)

This is our song (Okay)

[Chorus]

Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)

Dollar at a time (Yes)

Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)

Followin' the signs (Hey)

Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)

Followin' this heart (Heart)

Followin this gut (Yes)

But I don't see no signs (Of what?)

Signs of slowin' up