Slippin'
Ima soldier, smokin on that doja, I got killers I got rollers and I'm sippin liquor too ain't sober I'm right over, to the next spot, she make it spit when that neck stop, in tha yo ima wreck shop my spirit goin when tha rest stop,
Might just get popped I'm crazy, I jus pulled up in a brand new mercedes , they all wanna know what I done for em lately I dont fuck with that bitch that bitch shady what's the, goals, finna get these hoes, finna get this crib, finna get these whips, finna drop these hits, finna get this dough, had to make the shit flip, had to make the shit quick, I ain't really have a choice , they aint really have a voice, we just outchyea makin noise , grab tha bag and then dip, invest it all and get rich, our energy matching, except for the ones that im out here surpassing , we end up clashing , way too much drive in me im never crashing , got way too much passion, I leave in tha booth everytime that im rappin , i heard your new shit a couple of days ago we was all sitting back laughin, all that shit capping, you said you a trapper but u aint been trappin,
cin't nobody round here to listen, in tha Benz push start the ignition, I was wishin when - I was young I would blow up one day they said I was trippin, I done put like- all I had in this right here tryna finish out my mission, .45 on my waistline when I ride out so they ain't ever catch me slipping
Big facts, big bags in the back big racks, working overtime i can't relax, hit the gas but I can't see past , their illusions im losing my grasp, as im moving and choosing my path, never snoozing or cruising its fast, in tha lane that im in can't crash ,
Big facts, big bags in the back big racks, working overtime i can't relax, hit the gas but I can't see past , their illusions im losing my grasp, as im moving and choosing my path, never snoozing or cruising its fast, in tha lane that im in can't crash , can't crash
Got it on lock, im finna drop and the shit that droppin as hard as some rock, im off ciroc, got a lil bitch at the crib that im in she post up at tha spot, she just a thot, aint give thought im too busy wit business and forming the plot, straight off the lot, whip that im in its a foreign im pouring up taking a shot , takin my shot,
cint nobody gettin by me, I dare a mufckr try me, you pussy and fallin behind me, im on a mission that God had assigned me, he put this here inside my spirit, you can hear it in my lyrics , this aint tha ending I dont fear it, I know which way that ima steer it, we goin up, dont give a fuck about them cuz they weak and they all giving up, been going in like all week an I think that I need me a break but I aint letting up, foot on tha gas, foot on they necks and im collecting checks then I throw way tha stub, was what it was, im way too high at tha pinnacle they aint gon' take way my buzz, off of them drugs, that I been using to cope with shit lately, hottest up out this shit they can't debate me, the money been nice but the money make me, even back when I was broke it aint break me, even back when I was broke it aint break me
Big facts, big bags in the back big racks, working overtime i can't relax, hit the gas but I can't see past , their illusions im losing my grasp, as im moving and choosing my path, never snoozing or cruising its fast, in tha lane that im in can't crash ,
Big facts, big bags in the back big racks, working overtime i can't relax, hit the gas but I can't see past , their illusions im losing my grasp, as im moving and choosing my path, never snoozing or cruising its fast, in tha lane that im in can't crash , can't crash