[Intro]
(I don't want this-I don't want this on my head)
(Okay)
(SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?)
(I'm done doing this)
(Do it again?)
[Verse 1: SL¥TE]
(SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?)
Evidently work, put this dick in ya mouth
Heaven sent me first, so I never got the verse in person
Guess the message still trickling down
(Get the f** out of here)
So while I'm waitin' for that
Let me get off my a** and make a f**in' grip with this rap
I used to cop a sack so a n***a don't spazz
But without it I been spazzin' on emaculate tracks
And I still smoke
Keep me in my f**in' zone when I feel low
Low key k**in' n***as dreams, yea I k** slow
Low key dickin' in between, how it feel ho
Then uh-oh! n***as gettin' agitated
When I make a f**in' track, you should be happy I made it
When I'm droppin' them hits, don't get to coppin' the fifth
Get to noddin' ya head, and get to poppin' with this
[Chorus: SL¥TE]
I think I copped amnesia
Cause I don't remember you there
Off rip, we ain't feeling you here
Numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as
Ain't nobody f**in' with ya
I think I copped amnesia
Cause I don't remember you there
G sh**, we ain't feeling you here
Numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as
Ain't nobody f**in' with ya
[Verse 2: SL¥TE]
Man I'm trying to put my city on some new sh**
This the motherf**in' thanks I get?
All the game I spit, all them thangs I hit
And I still hara** motherf**ers to play my sh**?
And silver spoon? What the f** do you think?
'07, '08 n***a my fridge was blank
You was playin' hanky pank across the street in paint
While I was paintin' pictures of my landlord with a shank
One dead, two dead, three dead, four
Four dead, five dead, six dead more
How much rent do it take until a n***a living straight
Why them b**hes got to hate, let me get this money
One stack, two stack, three stacks, four
Four stacks, five stacks, six stacks, more
How much bank do it take until a n***a living straight
Why them n***as got to hate, let me count this money
I be at it for weeks
And b**h n***a I ain't matchin' ya peak
A lot of you weep because a lot of you weak
A lot of n***as ain't rich because a lot of you sleep
But not me, oh no not me
But please, don't take my word for it
Ask the streets (evil laughter)
You sleep
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: L$G]
Man, runnin' around trying to jog my memory
She saying somethin' about~ nut in her mouth
If heaven sendin' messages, I'd be stuck in the ground
For a grip, and I ain't f**in' around
Feet all in the dirt and my mind stuck in the clouds
Vice versa, ma I got what you need right here
Me and SL¥TE work, tell her give me the green light first
Said what I'm doin', it seem like work
I leave my kitchen with two broken a** wrists
And now everybody smokin' that sh**
I got the white kids in rehab, light skinned-ed need that
Dark n***as parked in the front, where my front
(They need that)
Day out and day in at any day inn that we can stay in
Dope sales at the hotel
I can finger paint a pin up, fiends playin' pick up
Caught up in this sh**, what? We brought up in this sh**
Give me some
[Chorus 2x]