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[Intro]
Don’t talk to me just listen
Jump up, get pumped like a piston
Y’all ain’t fucking with the man on a misison
Shots fired, better keep your distance
You drinking out the cup that I pissed in
We ain’t done yet, switch your position
Cowboy, to missionary
That’s a good Christian, ahh
[Verse 1]
Little bit of cold spit, little bit of fire
Rap like this, I ain’t need to get hired by no corporation
Suck my dick, no hesitation
Kill this beat, premeditation
Y’all just tuned into the station, I’m erasing
Bars ain’t got no innovation
High Conscience, no more patience
Done with a dumbass rapper, got no love for bum ass rappers, yo
Fuck you and your sons, and your mans and your bands
‘Cause you bitch just like an actor, oh
Y’all don’t quite know who you’re fucking with, do ya?
Slade from the borough, we fuck with the shooters
Oh ya, baby we bruiser on me
What the fuck is it to ya, homie?
Y’all be fucking with HC only
City girls and bags of money
Take it out my weed so loud
Some kid get high in Dallas County
[Bridge]
Man I push that heavy music
Million grams, I over do’s it
Shit is blasting, rowdy, stupid
Room be spinning, Lazy Susan
[Verse 2]
I be cruising, winning
Abusing women and children, I’m kidding
I’m fucking twisted, I’m chilling
Listen
No plans on going to prison
I’m staying free, independent
No record label this minute
Said fuck it, I’m independent
Bitch got me up in her pendent
She pray to me every night
Want Slade up inside her pussy
Until the day that she die, ai!
I will never die-die-die
Hands up in the air like a goddamn heist
Have these fuckers screaming and whining
And bitching and crying
To god like why why why?
Bitch, I be the Muay Thai fighter
Blow up a Bic lighter
Hold up, I’m on fire
Straight up I’m gonna violate
Your personal space, I ain’t merciful
Yes it is personal, fuck out my face
It’s a race you will never win
Stop trying to place in first place
‘Cause I’m already there
I’ll be up in mid air
Watching from a distance
Count on my rap money
This shit’s a business
Come to the back buddy
We got stacks of green shit and crack buddy
We got cash, from all around the map, dunny
Write a new rap, and two times my stack, buddy
Ain’t that funny? Ain’t that funny?
All that money?
Spark this weed
Make that honey
Shits so loud that you can’t hear
Make that Durban disappear
[Outro]
Ohhhhhh shit!
God, fuck!
Jesus!
F-fuck! You hear that shit?
Did you, say woah, yo you hear that shit?
Say woah! Say woah!
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