Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1:]
I grew up, I fucking grew up/no different from niggas nowadays, a bunch of screw ups…
I lost women, and bitch niggas with no forgiveness/a golden young man surrounded by a sea of lost niggas…
But I’m no different, see i’m fucked up too/but bitches are always leaving, how am I more fucked up than you?
I got abandonment issues, important people are always leaving/you say trust in God but I’m his son and a nigga hasn’t seen him…
It’s hard to believe in somebody that hasn’t shown their plans/I placed my faith in someone’s else’s heart and they crushed with their hands….
My whole life is filled with remnants/I relive the pain and feel the strain when I’m forced to reminisce…
But…but I guess that’s how they profit off of the prodigy/they proud of me, and all the pain that God has blessed me…
Yo forget that…..forget that…
[Hook:]
It gets cold on the road to the riches
(Yeah, I ride slow)
The heart and the soul is diminished
(Yo, I ride slow)
These hoes with they nose in my business
(Yeah, I ride slow)
Nigga
(Yo, I ride slow)
These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time
In time you’ll find that I’m a fossil
[Verse 2:]
A nigga learned the hard way, forgot my own words like I fucked up Broadway/that pressure kept on building and I bust like pipes in the hallway…
I swam in my emotions, and drowned in my past regrets/the past regressed to nothing more than nothing else but passive tense(nigga)…
A nigga lives depressed so a nigga Iives in the past/a nigga always anxious so a nigga’s thoughts run too fast…
What’s the point of peace if one doesn’t contain that trait/No Peace in the system, it was on track, now it’s a runaway…
I live a life that tells a story of a damaged Prince/My legacy is blood, sweat, tears and my damaged prints…
No fighting back cause I surrendered to pain/you don’t see the strain, I have to feel when you pop up on my brain…
You can’t see the struggle I have to deal/these tears I shed are real…
And now I say fuck you, yet I miss you, you’ll never feel the same…
[Hook:]
It gets cold on the road to the riches
(Yeah, I ride slow)
The heart and the soul is diminished
(Yo, I ride slow)
These hoes with they nose in my business
(Yeah, I ride slow)
Nigga
(Yo, I ride slow)
These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time
In time you’ll find that I’m a fossil
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