Lyrics:
not to tell you a joke , Am the real real and only Slim C , Driving all this flows fluin like a pro .
Seven 0 four is where I grew up ,
Back on those
pockets
Chilling here in my humble office
2020 all my friends are talking like:
Music's not a thing I should stop with
I won't talk shit on myself
Anymore
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I
this
Used to speak in poems as I reminisce
This before the unknown stole every bliss
Used to do it all like a blade made Swiss
Back when every single
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
her story—did anybody ask?
Hm, with all disrespect
I think the American flag was designed by fags
I had it locked before the spotlight
I got a gold
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
I really don't know how to put into words, um
Be able to this and be able to make music and
This is the end of album number five and
Fifteen years
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
i
Love me so much right now
New album coming this summer
I love being a voice of freedom when so
Many people are scared to speak up
The world needs
off so fuck what they talking bout
You know the second that you see me walk around
I really live all the things that I talk about
I never speak about
and my mom is really great
So they’re the reason why I’m steady tryna get this cake dawg
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
This for all
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, three, let's go)
Power music, electric revival
Cross it off to-do list
My music in your house?
That's a Home Improvement
Listen, motherfucker
Wishing I was doing all this shit that I be doing now
Back
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
to speak the speak cause you scared
Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is
All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right
It's like come on man
different now, everything is so different now
I've been there and I've done that
Tell 'em all that I run that, that's a fun fact
And I'm back again cause I
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
man look at it like this
In all reality, one day, i won't be here
No more probably before that, I won't be
Making music no more, so, you know, when
That
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
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