Slum Dogs

VERSE 1

I been busy scheming wit' my friends now
Time to make these muthafuckin ends now, now
Everybody busy having kids now
Im just busy swangin' on these rims now, now
Hittin' up my ex i like to backtrack
She busy on that "i dont need yo ass back" shit
Hit a new bitch and i dont call her
I swear that the only thing between us is the condom
And yeah
Dreamin' of a million
Feelin' like its way from ya'
Think u bout to make it feel like its a day from ya'
Women in your life they wanna go away from ya'
Fill these bitches heads up and watch em' float away from ya'
But i'm gon' stunt on em all
Im gon' stunt on em' all
Im gon' stunt on em' all

VERSE 2

We the realest here
Crew so militare
Slum dog billionares
Ain't gotta talk you been aware
Bet they say the flow dumb down
They need to smarten up
Niggas busy actin like clowns, cut it, your part is up
How they put me in one place
Me and willy beamin', this is any given sunday
Winning is repetition
Niggas feelin' themselves aim at niggas in high positions
And emulate themselves after the same rappers they dissin'
No wonder niggas is fallin'
They the worst with the balance
And frankly if u want the beef boy i relish the challenge
Got hits boy i send em' out the ballpark
Them ain't verses my nigga yo shits is hallmarks
Its far from over-beginning
Had to stop by and let the fucking winter know im winning
Backtracking all spring and had the box spring springing
Fuckin' up ya instrumentals for my dogs in the kennels

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This the movie no in-betweeters that girl that you want on twitter man i already had seen her
And all her nudes, and whats been in her mouth, even her secrets
I'm top shelf why u think them niggas be reachin'
Why you think they be reaching thats for the most part
Everyone's an artist so i guess we all mo-zart
Say they love u but mentally see yo' face and they throw darts
People building on fake shit and i dont want no parts
Mad my shit bump like go karts no apologin'
Took a leap of faith grab my books and dropped out of college and
Fake niggas making these rules so i never follow thum(them)
Eat fruit just to make it easy for her to swallow cum
She looked at me said it ain't got no taste
Bitch bad so much body she ain't got no face
She asked why we always fuck i never make it official, these mixed feelings got us lookin so pensados place
Im sorry baby but bitches been running in and out my crib
Too many trips to the laundry
Memories of my exes they haunt me
Fuck being wit' the shits boy im wit' the shift
Im tryna' shift the game
They bout to slit they wrist
I put the lit in lit-erature
They been premature
I seen addicts i seen divorce
I lost friends and gained more in the past year my nigga what a feeling
I lost em' to make space for all these fucking mega millions