Lyrics:
I gotta count my money by the bags
I done ran through the rags, now I get to see riches
Went from having rats to the superstar bitches
Used
Chase that paper don't let it chase you
I Hit my college slab selling ones and two's
Waken bake if I have to
See a snake birds eye view
Them crackas
seems true... the ultimate cold/heat Oxymoronic power. the ultimate confusion
I am an expert who mastered this kind of
Argument. if i kept on telling my
This, this, this for my projects (oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh, yeah)
to oceans like those wave goes by the hand waved those rave had come down to the
Paved,
Slab feel like you felt slaved feeling like the cave man cutting it
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
Escucho lo que dicen
Pero yo nunca me ofendo
Tu me quieres abajo pero yo sigo subiendo
I keep them demons out my mental
Speaking from the soul
When im
tengo
Tu me hace falta"
I ju - I just want you by my side
I can't get you off my mind
I think bout you all the time
Feels like I'm hypnotized
Look me in
All I see is imitation
And there's no earth beneath my feet
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete
Skyscrapers
Pull up to the slab with the dope in my hand and
She got the Backwoods, and it's me and her no need for a friend
She rolling
Eyes consoling
And it's
easy fam
Easy (ooh!) Musulmano but I got the sauce
And my Judios gimme mazel tov
You know the bros mother you for copping every double-u
Back
for this year
I would say try again next year
But next year'll probably be my best year
It took a whole lot of blood and sweat, tears
I don't owe
Ain't I so smooth
I know that you like the way I move
When the clock strikes two
I'm gon' have you inside of the groove
Pullin' up in my slab
I'm
chick grabbing all over my jonhson
Charles Bronson big slab of meat
Hungry and fresh of a monthly
So she had to eat throwing me the ass and we
Ain't even
awe just waiting for the sun to rise
I came over by the train
I'm gonna play my hand
In south again
We got all four corners of the room intoxicated
Cause it rules all of the people and they’re all around me
I’ma make this all to burn it, there’s a fire in my furnace
And it’s driving by my changes
stay tweakin (Stay tweakin)
Playa posted up rolling up cruising on the slab (On the Slab)
On some gas that smelling and smoking like a dab (Gas)
Big
Dead on the slab, that's what they call me, I see everything clear
But on this side How did I get here, gonna retrace my steps
If I can, if it's
I got the screw tape playing in the deck
So I drive slowly got them swangers pokin
Yeh the slab hold me
Everybody know me X4
cooler than fan money
this shit by my own, by my own, by my
I'm ready to get high
I've been doing this shit by my own, by my own, by my
I'm ready to get high
I've been
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
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