Never Slow Down (Prod. by Anonymass)

Caskey -Never Slow Down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Yea yea for real
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Pick out the clip it's a movie
You could get that sh*t exclusive
I'll merk your a**then get illusive
Hideouts in Daytona
Palm Springs and in Eustis
I don't come around you're a nuisance
C man is holding my deuces
Tats on my neck till you lawmakers
Debt holders f**k you I'm useless
I roll around town with Mike Buseys
Outcast who don't give a f**k about you and your truces
My b**ch and my w**d and my muses
I hit them both I'm abusive
Nothin but true sh*t in my music
Your sh*t is so filled with lies
That I see how folks listening could think that's confusing
I got the juice in my city lil homie
Dont f**k with me or I'm gonna use it
It's time to turn up like an ugly a**b**ch gave her number
We finna lose it
I hate these p**sy lil boys
Who be getting my number
Stay the f**k way from me
I got no time
There's sh*t on my plate
There ain't no vacancy
I got some bad b**ches chasing me
I got some good girls thats running
F**k it like there's nobody dating me
Stagnant that something I hate to be
Least if I'm lone and progressing
I guess that sh*t straight with me
I'm about to drop me a mixtape
I think it was made for me
Then I'ma spend all my racks
There ain't none I can take with me
F**k how ya feeling
I ain't making friends gotta pay for me
I'm putting tatts 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 their house faithfully
Beggin 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 sh*t
I got something for those sending hate to me
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Yea yea for real
Never slow down
Never slow down
Never slow down
Yea yea for real
Big shout to my pops
I ain't trying to think about it
I've been sippin liquor on the rocks
My momma had a run in with the cops
When she was eight months pregnant
Hated those muf**kas when I dropped
Jar full of pills
I'ma go ahead and pop
Why would I ever stop
If dropping d**e 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 here throw it in a knots
Bills knocking at the door
I'm just in the club to host
After that I'm gettin ghost
I've just been doing me
These b**ches they doing the most
Someone ain't love them enough as a child
I could tell by the sh*t that they post
I just pulled up at the coast
Drop me a four in a sprite
Gettin'cash and I don't mean to boast
Let all my naysayers roast
We ain't where we're suppose to be
But sure gettin close
I can feel that sh*t coming
Just want the money done had me a dos
Watch me approach pull up with game for the coach
Now ain't nothing we don't toast
We've been doing this sh*t for real
We've been doing this sh*t for real
We've been doing this sh*t for real