Lyrics to Coastin'
You see this game, it's a beautiful woman
If you fuck with her, don't fall in love
Because she ain't gon love you back
I'm just trying to give you a jewel
While I was busy loving you
You was down to most
You not down to ride for me
You just coastin'
You don't give a damn about
How bad you drive me crazy baby
You don't
You just coastin'
I'm starting to think your love for me hasn't ever been true
You only fuck with me when it benefits you
Always put your own agenda ahead of the crew
And since you always got the answers, I got a question or two
What happened to "Let's separate from Shady
And go independent crazy", that's a definite no maybes
Got that release in black in white
I thought that Slaughter had new life
But it was Brenda's got a baby
This music shit is small, we got mutual friends
I hear everything that you say and them rues that you in
From what I hear, it appears that we used to be friends
And we ain't peers through the lense that you viewing me in
You just coastin', I'm posing on twitter
You chime in on a nigga, make the convo look bigger
Or comment on a picture when I'm active on the gram
Why you playing with the fans. Tell the truth, you ain't my man
While I was busy loving you
You was down to most
You not down to ride for me
You just coastin'
You don't give a damn about
How bad you drive me crazy baby
You don't
You just coastin'
Slaughterhouse is tatted on my body three times
I'm screaming family for life, thought it would be mine
I know the game is a bitch, thought it would be kind
I'm moving forward after this, don't wanna rewind
Joe, you was in Gardena. Strip club in the hood
My nigga working security, I paid him to keep you good
You ain't even know it, but I did it and this is facts
Stars titty bar, rest in peace Rock and my nigga Max
I have bars for fiasco dissing my buddy Nickle
Now it's blood or trick, could walked in the booth with the bloody [sickles?]
Then it hit me, this won't make none of our money triple
I got both hands on ballin, call it a double dribble
Yeah I thought about it
That narrative don't need to squad around it
How can Lupe make us slaughterhousing
Fuck that, let's go make a classic joint
And we can shoot at whoever using the album as a vantage point
I brought a deal at the table for seven figures dog (facts)
One album, easy shit to deliver y'all (facts)
Gave em 48 hours and even twitter saw
But I ain't the nigga Joe, would consider to give a call
Didn't respect me enough to hit me for 30 seconds
If eliminate class, how can we learn the lesson
And royce was off, so this is where I refer to heaven
'Cause Slaughter died that day
I tossed the murder weapon
Let's rap about it nigga
While I was busy loving you
You was down to most
You not down to ride for me
You just coastin'
You don't give a damn about
How bad you drive me crazy baby
You don't
You just coastin'
If you fuck with her, don't fall in love
Because she ain't gon love you back
I'm just trying to give you a jewel
While I was busy loving you
You was down to most
You not down to ride for me
You just coastin'
You don't give a damn about
How bad you drive me crazy baby
You don't
You just coastin'
I'm starting to think your love for me hasn't ever been true
You only fuck with me when it benefits you
Always put your own agenda ahead of the crew
And since you always got the answers, I got a question or two
What happened to "Let's separate from Shady
And go independent crazy", that's a definite no maybes
Got that release in black in white
I thought that Slaughter had new life
But it was Brenda's got a baby
This music shit is small, we got mutual friends
I hear everything that you say and them rues that you in
From what I hear, it appears that we used to be friends
And we ain't peers through the lense that you viewing me in
You just coastin', I'm posing on twitter
You chime in on a nigga, make the convo look bigger
Or comment on a picture when I'm active on the gram
Why you playing with the fans. Tell the truth, you ain't my man
While I was busy loving you
You was down to most
You not down to ride for me
You just coastin'
You don't give a damn about
How bad you drive me crazy baby
You don't
You just coastin'
Slaughterhouse is tatted on my body three times
I'm screaming family for life, thought it would be mine
I know the game is a bitch, thought it would be kind
I'm moving forward after this, don't wanna rewind
Joe, you was in Gardena. Strip club in the hood
My nigga working security, I paid him to keep you good
You ain't even know it, but I did it and this is facts
Stars titty bar, rest in peace Rock and my nigga Max
I have bars for fiasco dissing my buddy Nickle
Now it's blood or trick, could walked in the booth with the bloody [sickles?]
Then it hit me, this won't make none of our money triple
I got both hands on ballin, call it a double dribble
Yeah I thought about it
That narrative don't need to squad around it
How can Lupe make us slaughterhousing
Fuck that, let's go make a classic joint
And we can shoot at whoever using the album as a vantage point
I brought a deal at the table for seven figures dog (facts)
One album, easy shit to deliver y'all (facts)
Gave em 48 hours and even twitter saw
But I ain't the nigga Joe, would consider to give a call
Didn't respect me enough to hit me for 30 seconds
If eliminate class, how can we learn the lesson
And royce was off, so this is where I refer to heaven
'Cause Slaughter died that day
I tossed the murder weapon
Let's rap about it nigga
While I was busy loving you
You was down to most
You not down to ride for me
You just coastin'
You don't give a damn about
How bad you drive me crazy baby
You don't
You just coastin'
