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Dear Slim

KJ-52

KJ-52

2011

[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now

Then it hits me, the whole beat Hits me, so I hit a lotta harder
Cause Im tryna be apart of Where the hits be

Speaking of can someone tell Me where

noose, get the rope
Tie him in
Tell the Pope he's old, tired, and fired
Now I am him
Kiss the ring, Mr slaine, vicious slang
Spitting all my writtens while

they can't even feel us
Blinded by the fake so much, they don't even know the real us
Lost in a world full of lies, you don't know what to trust
If you

her back out
Then copped her some new Gucci panties just before we head out 
My life sort of a mess but that’s just how God planned out 
I’m walking by

adore me or keep it friendly
And even if you ain't for me, don't be against me
Your people tell you ignore me and say it simply
But you get lonely

a monument,

They say that young n*gga fye every time im in the booth,
They relate to me cuz  why n*gga I just spit the truth,
Mama told me lead em right when

You gon' have to retire me
It's only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
I be out here telling the truth
I should sign my

be trying to tell me bout your past my heart is soundproof
I know you had some rainy days but I ain't trying to cloud you
I'm just trying to crown you

(Good afternoon listeners from Oilton, Oklahoma)

We're goin' down to O-Town 
Gonna have ourselves a time
Worked 52 hours last week in Duncan just

dance, they prance, in the corner of your sight
Tell me, can you handle this, when there ain't no light
See your dreams twist and turn, reality it bends

tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let
Your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself
King and Queen of this house
Yellin, "I want my

'cause you making money without paying taxes (Truth)
You really think it has to do with keeping the streets clean?
'Cause if this was the case there'd be

as if you hurt them so
And I don't care if none of these street cats is gonna fuck with me
I pull a bitch by pulling up
And now I'm tight she stuck with

well
And sleep well
Trying to be free
But I keep
Feeling so weak
Still on my streets
Thinking about all that I
Wanted to follow
And couldn't bravado,

a scar next to fire don't heal good, Uh (don't feel good)
If they tell you the truth they a real one
Don't forget them when you making millions
They be

maintaining
Alert and spot danger
Observe the progress made
This shit is personal
If you can hear it rupturing vocal cords
Then you tell by looking it's fuck

was learning to live and let live and stuck to my story
This movie was directed by yours truly
The flow on velour Louis
Know that a lot feel me but

happens everyday
If I told ya would you hear me?
Or would ya hear the truth, and not believe me
Freestyle's and Hooks,
Baggy jeans my style judge by

happens everyday
If I told ya would you hear me?
Or would ya hear the truth, and not believe me
Freestyle's and Hooks,
Baggy jeans my style judge by

mother struggle tryna get you fly
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches get you by
Never begged your homie for the truth and still a nigga lie
If I was born

aint gettin saved by the bell
i'm in my hotel wit real niggas straight out of jail
so if i blaze i know well that ya snakes gon tell
i dont ned no help

like pottery
Till there he lay
And then time would be picking petals
Off flowers that lie by his grave

Grave mistake fucking with me
I could take you in

it up
Cuz in these streets
Your talk is cheap
This ammunition backs me up
The animosity and jealousy gone get the best of me
Respected by competitors