Roll Slow

[Intro: Da Roaster] Ease back, baby… green in the breeze, don’t speed that, baby… Every step got weight, so we lean that, baby She said, “Move like silk, not steam,” yeah maybe ⸻ [Verse 1] Uncle kept a low coupe, cherry-top fade Burnt tips on the wood, had that old-school made He ain’t talk much, but his silence paid Pulled love from the curb like a knight with spades Uptown stroll, elbows out like parade lanes Chain swing subtle, never loud with the name-claims He said, “Clock’s slow when you earnin’ the time, And every cut on your soul just confirmin’ you climb” She was sittin’ on chrome, head nod in a trance While that berry-laced blunt had the ash in a dance I was young with a plan, tryna learn from the stance Tryna talk that talk with a full-grown glance He passed me the wheel like, “Feel how it hums, The road teach rhythm, not just where it runs” I said less, played cool, in the mirror caught smirks Like I knew what this smoke could convert into worth ⸻ [Chorus] Slow feet, still eat, let the city revolve Glow up in my grin, let the envy dissolve Low-tone in my lane, let the tempers evolve Gotta chill with the flame just to settle the call ⸻ [Verse 2 – Extended] Seat sunk, wind sharp, she a lean-back queen Hit the strip in the dusk, let the metalhead gleam She said, “You don’t flex?” Nah, I gesture with ease Every line in my face got a lesson that breathes Engine like jazz, lil’ crooked but true And the leaf hit hard like a memory do She said, “You don’t run?” Nah, I hover in steps Got a mind full of maps and a heart full of debts I’m medication with meditation, no hesitation Stimulation of elevation through ventilation No fabrication, all flame, no imitation Real from the root, no validation by decoration Complication in conversation from false narration Evacuation of patience from fake admiration Observation of haters in deep rotation But I stay on vibration that break limitation Gentrification ain’t touch my foundation I built up a nation with word concentration Pen declaration like emancipation And floss with a grin that need translation Ain’t no dash in my path, just a slow-lit torch With a pack in the back and a soul on the porch I don’t flash for the fame, I just stretch what I’m owed And I move through the night like my name’s in the code ⸻ [Bridge / Breakdown] Stay down, baby… Move light but the thought heavy Play rounds, maybe… But the aim never come petty ⸻ [Final Chorus / Outro] Slow moves, clean loops, this the talk of the kings Ghost-mode in the smoke, still pullin’ the strings Feel the hum in the silence, the pull in the brakes This ain’t fast money, baby — it’s the road that takes