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von Slim

The beat box
Turn the beat up a bit
Turn me up
Yeah
Yeah
Picture this
Picture film


Picture this, picture little old slim
Now we talkin′ half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim
They tryin′ to work then I'm offering cash
And these rappers don't turn up, why?
′Cause they got problems with the gang
′Cause Louis swears on my pedal that nothin' comes free
There was a lot of long nights to get the phone lines mental
No risk no reward
Now my niggas flyin′ brum
We need sweets for the fours
We don't do it for the fraud
This is trap shit
Yo it′s forty bags for a brick, It's gettin′ drastic
Talkin' thirty bags in rubber bands, that's a sandwich
I promise that the trap phones′ never off (Never)
I told the judge that I′ll never stop (Ever)
Looking there's no lookin′ back
My jeans cost a stack
That's damier print on my belt and my bag
I ain′t lookin' for a help or a hand
Just a spot outta town
Couple pics and like two or three cats
From like two or three grams
Youngers tryin′ to get rich
If it ain't worth my time, then of course it's getting ripped
If she′s comin′ to the crib, then of course she's getting dick
This year I′m lookin' mortagages and shit
And they talkin′ 'bout the kid
But I′m just keeping it real
And I'm cuttin' through with Scarzy and he′s keeping it still
And the day I left jail, I said I′m never goin' back
All that negative shit, that ain′t ever in my plans
I'm gone

Picture this
Picture little old Slim
Now we talkin′ half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like)
They tryin′ to work then i'm offering cash (racks)
And these rappers don't turn up, why?
′Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang)
Picture this
Picture little old Slim
Now we talkin′ half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like)
They tryin′ to work then i'm offering cash (racks)
And these rappers don′t turn up, why?
'Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang)


All of that negative shit, that just kept a nigga goin′
Forty one what I'm rollin'
Yeah, it′s keys that I′m dodgin'
Watch out for the people always watchin′ your pocket
And the ones who never cared when you were poppin'
My G this is hood shit
Growin′ up my teacher probably said I was a good kid
But look at what the hood did
Yo I fell in love with the pirates and the jauggin'
And death said you gotta make time for these bookings
But yo just look here
Dizzy′s copyin' matix like a Taliban
And last week the budge came from Pakistan
I put the truth in the booth and a thousand on some shoes
And nowadays these girls are always mad at man (And why's that?)
′Cause I don′t love 'em but they love me
I tell ′em fuck girls love country
I swear these niggas lookin' like some junkies
The roads is getting cold and that track needs jump leads
Look I′m callin' that a fuckery
I′m gone

Picture this
Picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like)
They tryin′ to work then i′m offering cash (racks)
And these rappers don't turn up, why?
′Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang)
Picture this
Picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin ′bout my sim (like)
They tryin' to work then i′m offering cash (racks)
And these rappers don't turn up, why?
'Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang)