Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yeah, yeah (For real) Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down 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! You ever made like a hunnid million dollars, fam? (For real) You ever made like a hunnid million dollars, fam? 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 Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yeah, yeah (For real) Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yeah, yeah (For real) Ever made like a hunnid million dollars, fam? (For real) Thinking we would never make it up out the trap 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 We've been doing this shit for real We've been doing this shit for real Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Whip, whip, whip, whip (For real) Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yeah, yeah (For real)  Submit Corrections Follow Caskey on Bandsintown Writer(s): Brandon Caskey, Marlon Anthony Sorrentino AZLyrics   C   Caskey Lyrics mixtape: "Black Sheep 2" (2015)