Lyrics:
the ropes, and day by day head of coke
Keep a ruger in my coat, and never ever sniff dope
Or watch your future go downhill like a ski slope, come on
[Chorus:
Or industry that they living
For
But who knows whats in store
In 100 years we could be on mars
Or on venus or on Jupiter
Either way day by day we grow stupider
some
They listening to me don't hear the talent then they off some
I don't write by the way, the wave just like the bay
They can't copy me so I can't
through ya
I remember baccy in the day ova oven
Dreaming of this life that I live but i wasn't
Now i'm first class wit my cousin
Shipping big packs by de
God like he was supreme, nah
I'm not afraid to offend you
By speaking truth to you
That whirly music polluting you
And confusing you
I'm not afraid
ghetto shit I drive past it every day
I'm quick to throw them 26's
On the classic Chevrolet
Yeah, definitely the wrong niggas to step to
Cause this is
scheme (Damn)
I hang with them ones who gotta get money
That's by any means
If life not about money, girl
Get you some money you'll see what I mean
I
Oklahoma
A downtown Nashville honky-tonk
Some big fat back beat DC funk
Jacksonville and the Southern rock
In New Orleans the party never stops
Detroit,
came thru with some bottles and some bitches
Tonight gone be a movie and we ain't holding auditions
See this my day one and I know he in the streets
But
a couple of lifetimes
Since those days back in Sunday school
Some roads I've been down ain't the kind that I'd tell all those teachers
'Cause they'd call me
Used to rock Gucci and that fake Supreme
Went and got my bread up I did it by any means
You still rock that nike tech bitch you broke as hell
Bitch I go
DM me, ha (ha)
I got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, nigga (no cap)
I rapped about my whole outfit on this song, nigga (no cap)
These ain't no
Same hood, same corner store
But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more
I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs
Never been
Angels in my city right
Angels in my city huuh
Ah ah aha ah ah ah
We might be feeling low but one day we’ll fly high
Angels in my city right
Angels
better
Stack me some cheddar
N' still have a heart in my chest
Clouds they get wetter
I still pray for the sunny days
Me n' my better
Half we walking
do
I'm not amazing but I feel the angels sang for how I grew up
Out of such a harsh environment, not to make excuses
But if I have to eat some more
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there,
and this is what he said
You never met me, and you'll probably never see me again
But I know you - the name's Slim - you want revenge?
Then don't shoot,
Dark days got me ahead of my peers by light years
Money can't buy happiness, so I used it to wipe tears
On stage with a blade at the throat of my fears
[Hook]
Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
Slim Thugger, I'm running this rap shit
Sir Daily, we running this rap shit
Lil' Doodie, we running this
cars go by
I keep living in the lap of poverty
She makes me feel like I won some kind of lottery
The way she keeps looking over at me
Awwww
A slim
you kno this dick Supreme
Soft waves up in my head a bag of za in my jeans
These niggas never been as gangsta as it seems
They be ratting on they homies
on Calvary not on Cypress Hill
It don't matter even if your slim or if your shady
JayHova reigns supreme but his name ain't' Jay z
And it's mos def that
my sheets
Bitch gotta look at the sheets
Supreme
Naijablack Spicy some beans
But we the team
Got quick cuisine
Hop out the Camry four door
She want
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