SLYTE of Mind

[Verse 1]
Man it's been a good grip since I felt like this
It's good shit, a nigga melt like this
Niggas want to sleep on ya 'til ya net worth rich
Then catch ya with ya pants down, I need a belt right quick
(Huh)
'Cause I ain't built like that
Shit, I ain't gettin' killed like that
Worked too damn hard for my vision to part
I know a lot of niggas with they cards dealt like that
(Huh)
But I switched mine up
And after that a nigga switched lines up
And after that, shit lined up
You can't understand that, get ya shit right bra
See when you a nigga like me, ya fam got to eat
Sleep, shit in peace by any means
Fuck food stamps but a nigga on E
(Damn)
Then them crackers give ya government cheese
Please
Ya make a nigga pack up the heat
And mac attack an apothetic rapper, wrap 'em and leave
I'm Mac King with this rap shit, attackin' the streets
With backhouse niggas at my back, attackin' the fleas
Nigga please
Shut the fuckin' door when you leave
Blood suckers come around when you showin' ya cheese
Never lackin', never slackin', never nappin'
On a bitch nigga actin', better ask 'em

[Chorus]
Big ballin' (Yeah that's SLYTE)
Bad bitch on him (Yeah that's SLYTE)
Shot callin', I ain't callin' shit yet
Rewind this shit back 'til ya get that
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[Verse 2]
Pay attention, to what I mention
Maybe you can get a pension if you can listen
A fuckin' little, but ya won't
I got a lot of blueprints
But no interest in niggas envy
Shit, put me on ya canvas
Swear to god I'ma hit ya campus, where ya lampin'
See my niggas rampant
They don't wanna hear me when I'm sayin'
Shit, let that man live
When they see the money, boy its cancer
Cancel, all the fuck shit ya sayin', god dammit
'Cause I could probably beat you to the punch
What, I smoke too much
I never give a fuck so my mouth run too much
Forever in a rut 'cause heart love too much
Forever in a slut 'cause my dick fuck too much
But never satisfied 'cause my pride want too much
And never have I lied, but I hide way too much
My trial weigh too much for you
My burden break the back of a mule
Break my neck before I beg another nigga for food
Break a sweat before I leave another record to move
Without me on that motherfucker fuckin' wreckin' ya mood
I know ya bite it too, I catch a break in ya tooth
And then we laughin' at you bastards like we happen to do
We never foldin', keep it rollin'
Play my shit out in the open, know it's potent
Bitch you know this

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I know the Backhouse feelin' this
Nd it ain't 'cause a Backhouse nigga killin' it
This some ill shit, plottin' a mil shit
And when I get it it's some fuck how ya feel shit
Real shit
I know a couple haters gon' be vibin' to this
I know a couple bitches gon' be cryin' to this
I know my real niggas gon' be wildin' to this
Cause they trying to get the city on the map
That's it, I respect that bra
You damn right I'ma bet that up when I see ya
I fuckin' need ya, gimme support
I need ya aux cord, go and plug a nigga up to the world
Make 'em see us
I'ma knock 'em out the park like Jeter
But with Jeter, niggas think you on the needle when ya duckin' ya people
Call it evil or a fuckin' stunt
Better Keneval and fuckin' jump up out ya seat
And see the hay in the needle stack
Or I'ma spit fire at ya dragon ass
Get to draggin' out demons that you never had
But in fact, they was hidden
Up under the act, dig deep
Fuck a stack dog, ya better than that
Fuck rap, where ya at
I'm better than that
Let me focus on my people, I'm embedded in that
If he ain't with this shit, send a nigga home
If ya ain't quit listenin', let a nigga know, fasho

[Chorus]