M. Aristotle - Slum Dogs lyrics

VERSE 1 I been busy scheming wit' my friends now Time to make these muthaf**in ends now, now Everybody busy having kids now Im just busy swangin' on these rims now, now Hittin' up my ex i like to backtrack She busy on that "i dont need yo a** back" sh** Hit a new b**h and i dont call her I swear that the only thing between us is the condom And yeah Dreamin' of a million Feelin' like its way from ya' Think u bout to make it feel like its a day from ya' Women in your life they wanna go away from ya' Fill these b**hes heads up and watch em' float away from ya' But i'm gon' stunt on em all Im gon' stunt on em' all Im gon' stunt on em' all VERSE 2 We the realest here Crew so militare Slum dog billionares Ain't gotta talk you been aware Bet they say the flow dumb down They need to smarten up n***as busy actin like clowns, cut it, your part is up How they put me in one place Me and willy beamin', this is any given sunday Winning is repetition n***as feelin' themselves aim at n***as in high positions And emulate themselves after the same rappers they dissin' No wonder n***as is fallin' They the worst with the balance And frankly if u want the beef boy i relish the challenge Got hits boy i send em' out the ballpark Them ain't verses my n***a yo sh**s is hallmarks Its far from over-beginning Had to stop by and let the f**ing winter know im winning Backtracking all spring and had the box spring springing f**in' up ya instrumentals for my dogs in the kennels - This the movie no in-betweeters that girl that you want on twitter man i already had seen her And all her nudes, and whats been in her mouth, even her secrets I'm top shelf why u think them n***as be reachin' Why you think they be reaching thats for the most part Everyone's an artist so i guess we all mo-zart Say they love u but mentally see yo' face and they throw darts People building on fake sh** and i dont want no parts Mad my sh** bump like go karts no apologin' Took a leap of faith grab my books and dropped out of college and Fake n***as making these rules so i never follow thum(them) Eat fruit just to make it easy for her to swallow cum She looked at me said it ain't got no taste b**h bad so much body she ain't got no face She asked why we always f** i never make it official, these mixed feelings got us lookin so pensados place Im sorry baby but b**hes been running in and out my crib Too many trips to the laundry Memories of my exes they haunt me f** being wit' the sh**s boy im wit' the shift Im tryna' shift the game They bout to slit they wrist I put the lit in lit-erature They been premature I seen addicts i seen divorce I lost friends and gained more in the past year my n***a what a feeling I lost em' to make space for all these f**ing mega millions