Kenton Dunson - Traction lyrics

[Hook] Don't, don't slip Keep it moving, I could never lose grip Traction I can't stop until I figure out something I can't stop until I hit the ground running Traction [Verse 1] I'm getting traction now Just make sure the track is loud So I can reenact my style Attract the crowd Now I'm feeling so legit And now I'm with a smoking chick, she's black and mild Had me on the straight and narrow, but I turned hard On my Talladega trying to burn hard Ever since Chippendale I could earn hearts Then I learned not to work hard, work smart Then she said she's really trying to get some action You fish tail all over the track, huh Get it? I finally found my traction But I really spin, slick, never crashed once But I'm really Slick Rick, with a patch This is it, it's a wrap, ever since I found my pa**ion With this rap, snare, kick and hi-hat in this b**h Give the track an a**ist, let the track run [Hook] [Verse 2] My style readily flexed, heavily checked Divine, it's heavenly sent Phonetically, poetically blessed My timing couldn't be worse, though The game that raised me now putting out daisies on the daily And what hurts most I woke up late and missed the wake I'm at the funeral like "who is these dancers?" The others said the dad's kids All these lames married into the name I say it plain, we ain't family and this ain't rap's urinal Urinal's a casket Makes me want to piss on his ashes for fathering these ba*tards And you can ? They label me a hater, but I hate em So I couldn't put it straighter, toy rapper Tase em, douse them with a gas bath, shake em Make em play with these matches Let em burn slow, hearse closed, dirt throw Dead is you, real heads miss you [Hook] [Verse 3] I pick it up like a baton and keep running I ain't got the time to tell you what I'm on, we keep buzzin As I split the cigarillo down So I can feel the sound You hear the raspy in my voice We the illest out Take a second as we pose for the cameras And gaze at the future for ya, froze at the stanza Taking rappers out like a ? Then ? like brush strokes on the canvas You can bet I'm never slippin' Treading on thin ice, but grippin like a ? Hundred miles an hour, in a thirty, I'm trippin Groupies on alert and in pursuit, I'm tryna ditch em Then take a breather Twist up a loud one When they burn that ho scream like they seen a mouse, bruh And I've seen your b**h before I think I took her out once Sent her home in the morning when I told her upfront, like... [Hook]