Rx Papi details the hardships he has had to face throughout his life, such as struggling for money, the death of relatives and having faith in religion.
[Verse 1]
When I'm in the trap, junkies come to the front
You a broke nigga, you need you a front
How I kidnap your daughter, put her in a trunk
That [?] been missing, had a [?] once
Nigga, I'm really living what I'm rapping
I ain't with the internet flagging
Take my belt off, beat you like your daddy
I remember times when I didn't have it
They say, "Papi, why the fuck you so mad?"
You ain't never seen your brother get toe-tagged
You ain't never lost your damn daddy
I lost my mind, nigga, I might crash
Every day I wake up ready to spazz
Run down on a junkie, bust his ass
I don't wanna hear no excuses, where my cash?
Don't play with me, boy, I'll beat you bad
They say, "Papi, you need to calm down"
I'm on narcotics, nigga, I'm on a 30
I got a Glock Nueve with a .30
Glock been doing no [?], they think they gon' hurt me
Niggas talk down but I ain't worried
Detectives on my ass, they thirsty
Trying to hit a nigga with a conviction
I'm never seen when I'm in the kitchen
[Bridge]
You saw what happened to Manolo, nigga
I'm Robins-downed, this ain't Polo, nigga
This a Glock Nueve not a .44, nigga
This a compact, not a long-nose, nigga
You know how the damn song go, nigga
I been down the long road, nigga
My auntie died, nigga, off of cancer
I stopped praying cuz I ain't get no answer
[Verse 2]
My momma tryna tell me about Jesus
Look her in her face, I don't believe her
How the hell Imma believe him, I ain't see him?
Where the fuck he at when I need him?
Where the fuck he was when niggas was scheming?
Where the fuck was he when I needed a brick?
Where was he when I was down-bad, on my ass, with a Glock hunting for a lick?
When I was riding around the town with a stick
Counterfeit money
For that shit I resent him
Boy, I heard about you, I know that you a bitch
.762s coming out the clip
I ain't ODD but I got the stick
And when I shoot, nigga, I don't miss
I aim at the target then hit
I spot a junkie, it's my sixth sense
I slapped Auntie she was short six cents
I had to shoot him and he was 66
Soon as that bitch come off my hip
Shoulda seen Unc eyes when the work got whipped
This here is solid, it ain't gon' drip
Soon as you put it in your pipe, it's lit
Had three extra dollars, I gave him another hit
He say, "Yeah, Papi, that's it!"
Smooth Slither was written by Rx Papi.