Mr. Slick

[Verse 1]
Born a slick nigga I'm a die one
First time I seen a trigger was the time I shot one
And that's how the song go
The Beat beats like bongos
Or that bass that was in my brother blanco bronco
Been Living to die a great
That's all I ever wanted
Living to die a great
Even if that's at 100
Or some shit I couldn't measure
Well that's only forever
But Imma keep my mind sharp
Til my fucking head is severed
I got mad niggas who fuck with me
And niggas who don't, But who don't?
You'd be a fool to think they all love you
Meanwhile I'm Way too busy for a bitty getting busy
Cause even when that bitch hot
Her heart is ice fridgy

[Hook]
Born a slick nigga I'm a die one
First time I seen a trigger
Was the time I shot one
It's Hell on earth but
We still living under god's sun
Swear you don't know a blessing
Till you really got one x2)

[Bridge]
We'll be Creepin round the way
Don't make a sound X3
Dreaming coming up
They Tried to shoot em down
Then we was pulling up
Just to shoot em down

[Verse 2]
Now i took a breather
Now they want a feature
Now niggas pour that Houston by liters
With pain relievers
I'm still the same younging that was
Trynna pull Lakeisha
But Now I'm making heaters
Just so you can feel my fever
Feel my flu
Can't no other nigga walking fill my shoes
Let the Ladies give me rhythm
Let the ladies feel my blues
Learned the lean in my step cause of Wayne and his crew
In that alley where they hung up Filas & drunk brew
I got to High school, fuck a paper being due
Whoopty doo!
It's Friday nigga what you Trynna do?
Yeah Me, my homie juice
We had troops & the juice
& if we felt like hitting something
Better hope that wasn't you or you

[Hook]

[Outro]
Til you got one X2
Under god’s sun X2