slow neck & chill - vanny goodfella lyrics
[intro (spoken, low)]
yeah, brick city to harlem, feel me?
slow neck and chill, that vibe right there
[verse 1]
internet characters laughin’, think they know me but they don’t know me
countin’ cold*ass numbers like i ran the whole league slowly
way back when the game dropped that film and city gossip spread like smoke
i was in the cut on the stoop takin’ penitentiary chances, rollin’ broke
passed go on the boardwalk, hustles turned to advances, wicked youth in elementary
we cruised brick city, high as sin, but in my chest i wanted harlem scenery
custom black caddy, jim jones dreams, windows down, night talkin’ gritty
pockets empty full of stones, nickel*dime hustles for a sandwich and a city ditty
[pre*chorus]
so many chatlines light up with dime*piece smile
so many mama’s tears got stained from lines they had to file
so many verses scribbled, lost inside the system file
so many baby moms became the cost of living wild
[chorus (keep energy; slur replaced)]
internet fools is funny as f*ck
they think they know me but they don’t know me
already ran up chamberlain numbers, that’s what the numbers told me
way back when the game first dropped that documentary, i watched quietly
i was in the cut sittin’ on the stoop takin’ penitentiary chances
passed go on the boardwalk to get advances since i was a wicked youth in elementary
ain’t nothin’ better than a shawty who likes to give slow neck and chill
candlelight, hundred bills, layin’ back, that’s the deal
[verse 2]
big booty thots, hood rats, jump*offs knockin’ at the door
cocaine streams on scratched tables — price is right, but soul costs more
“f*ck your life” was tattooed on my youth, retirement felt like a distant shore
gettin’ head on the couch, steady switchin’ positions ’til the night is poor
she light the candle, slow the tempo, spanish moss of perfume in the air
we trade secrets for a dollar, trade love for a minute — ain’t n0body play fair
chatlines buzzin’, early morning texts, the city never learns
mama prayin’ on the stoop while the block keep turnin’ for the turnpike burn
[bridge (melodic, soulful)]
late night confessions under dim light
slow neck and chill, hold me through the fight
different positions, candle drippin’ slow
we count the money while the cold wind blow
[verse 3 (gritty, reflective)]
so many rhymes were written; so many rhymes got lost, man, that pain is real
so many baby moms had to carry more than love — that’s the street’s deal
fans turned from hate, some found faith, some chose jehovah’s door
i kept writing, kept riding, learned to balance sin with more
we used to ride for hours, brick to harlem in a black silhouette
now i chart these memories on a beat, pour the truth in every vignette
i ain’t glorifying the nights, but i narrate the cost and thrill
ain’t nothin’ better than a shawty who likes to give slow neck and chill
[chorus (repeat)]
internet fools is funny as f*ck
they think they know me but they don’t know me
already ran up chamberlain numbers, that’s what the numbers told me
way back when the game first dropped that documentary, i watched quietly
i was in the cut sittin’ on the stoop takin’ penitentiary chances
passed go on the boardwalk to get advances since i was a wicked youth in elementary
ain’t nothin’ better than a shawty who likes to give slow neck and chill
candlelight, hundred bills, layin’ back, that’s the deal
[outro (soft, fading)]
slow neck and chill, slow neck and chill
brick city nights to harlem hills, slow neck and chill
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