Feat. Dre Robinson, DL



[ VERSE 1: Dre Robinson ]

So now they call us pioneers

Remember fresh out the jungle?

Hittin the launch pad like the lion here

Dre the truth, ain't no lyin there

I'm a beast like Eli, in my city I'm a Giant there

Kept writin and rectin like my time was near

Movin at a fast pace, I ain't had no time to spare

The total package - my kind is rare

Had labels showin me dotted lines like, Sign it here

So my time is here

The flow cold like sittin outside in the winter on a iron chair

Still street, so I always got the iron near

And the goons too, I'm a goon too

F. Crew from the womb to the tomb, duke

Be a star - that I was groomed to

Watch how the boy shine

Red lights and road blocks'll never stop how the boy grind



[ Chorus: Slaine ]

I tell you nothin moves faster than time

It never stops or slows down at all

All my best friends and enemies, I don't know them at all

No more, no more, no more, no more

I tell you nothin moves faster than time

It never stops or slows down at all

So I guess I should fall back but I ain't got nowhere to fall

No more, no more, no more



[ VERSE 2: DL ]

This is the last rhyme I'm ever settings

Sick of competin with the kids with skinny jeans and jeggins

All of my life I tried to write the creative blessing

But it seems God ain't respondin to my endless textin

It's okay though, I'm a warrior with my daddy's spirit

I spit with the intensity, so my daddy'll hear it

Splittin image and inherited the hustle spirit

( ? ) coins still collectin, ain't quite cleared it

The bank account is WeightWatcher, refuse to get chunky

As a result I don't waste my words to promote my money

I ain't got it, put all my focus into my project

Heart and soul, fuck goin gold, but would like a profit

Take a penny, leave a penny, call it exposition

Hollywood dreamin off my little bitty composition

I write with the Passion of Christ, I'm nice on my Gibson

Trust and believe in myself when no one else didn't



[ Chorus: Slaine ]



[ VERSE 3: Slaine ]

It's been a lotta years, man I came a long way

I close my eyes and feel those days when the song plays

Been up in the hallway, damn I went the wrong way

I was on a mission, wouldn't listen to what moms say

Fuck it, why would he? In the streets I would ( ? )

Where if you speak to me wrong you would get beat till you're bloody

Now your speakers are bumpy cause when when my sneakers are cruddy

I had this unkillable dream of maybe reachin somebody

My features like my father but with different creatures, I'm ugly

And ( ? ) the dark secrets of the creeps and the druggies

My therapist says I'm reachin for people to love me

But my spirit's full of feelings, so fuck a therapist

And my heir is just coming of age

I remember bein with Dre and Daniel spittin hungry young on the stage

I wrote these lyrics cause I had somethin I wanted to say

I thank the Lord that I'm honored this way