Slow It Down ft. Battz Lyrics

Yeah yeah

I like this one Calm

Battz they been waiting for a minute

Let's give it to 'em

This remind me of the mornin after Sunday

Wake up early, hit the gym, playin Kanye

"We gonna make it Momma!" That's what they all say

But we just made it Momma! It's a good day!

Prophecy!

Manifestin' properly

That's bet on God

Believe your goals and work until you burn your feet

I'm talkin' like they're steamin' coals

Write a song 8 days a week

Don't stop until you break the mold

And if you stop at break the mold, you'll never know how far you'll go!

Oh, I gotta message in my little soul

Oh, I gotta gospel singer in my phone

Might hit him up and sample it

You thinkin' like a simpleton

If you still think success and God in rap can not go hand and hand

Man

Maybe slow it down and pray again

Man

Why you send a list like "meet demands"?

Man

Never question what he got in plan

Cause if this was a game of chance I'd mess it up and cheat my hand

Cheatin' out the property

Monopoly and rap money

Keep me out the poverty

And do it for His sovereignty

I'm still where I gotta be

I still got a God in me

I'll still shine my little light and trust it to keep guidin' me

Blindin me, hide and seek

Trade my life for all the see

He is strength when I am weak

Now I record with audisea

Say that to say

That we came a long way

And we still got a long way

So you cannot quit today

Get up, get up, yeah

Get up

And live

Live

Okay

I gotta tell y'all all the truth so imma take it back

When I be speaking bout that real

They gonna say it's wack

And I'm not leading by emotions

I be statin' facts

They be running laps up on our backs

We gotta take it back

This ain't no accident, it's systematic

When I tell em that it's a system, they act combative

Tell me what's the matter?

What's the matter

Now the enemy scatters

We just cattle to the system

Laying dead upon a plater

I

Been tryna spread knowledge

I acknowledge that there's a disconnect

We need some logic

To dislodge it

Gotta be direct

Yeshua yeah he's the best

I see that life is a test

I've been holding all this pain

I gotta get it off my chest

I been seeing people fallin' short In life

Everything we see is so wrong so we don't know what what's right

I see the fruit of all our choices and they ain't ripe

Watch them blow up in our face like dynamite