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Uh (shh, gang, gang, gang) Look, uh Hold up, look I'm tryna slide with a vibe Like, girl, put that pain to the side Like, open up, I put my finger inside From the trenches, I gotta survive Like, how would you feel if they told you I died? Told bro, "You slide, I slide" Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God Really with it, this not a façade Like, uh, I'm tryna slide whenever, uh That nigga die, whatever Big bro told me to keep it together No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better But I'm still tryna stay with Berеtta When I was in jail, they ain't sent me no letters I'm like, "Fuck it, I'll see 'em whenever" I got back, I was sturdy as ever Make it rain, better grab yo' umbrella You so deep, this shit look like Coachella I gotta T up, I ain't livin' forever For my money, I'm slappin' the teller 'Member back, I was clappin' a sweater She like, "Sleepy, you gettin' me wetter" I told her, "I got it," so I had to get her Hold it down, why the fuck would you get up? Can't be trustin', that shit, it's a setup Type of shit that can get niggas wet up And I'ma start bitchin' if you get me fed up Uh, yeah, uh, wait How the fuck you gon' step on a stepper? I be doin' this shit with no effort Don't wanna know you, I ain't tryna network Uh, I'm tryna slide with a vibe Like, girl, put that pain to the side Like, open up, I put my finger inside From the trenches, I gotta survive Like, how would you feel if they told you I died? Told bro, "You slide, I slide" Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God Really with it, this not a façade Like, uh, I'm tryna slide whenever, uh That nigga die, whatever Big bro told me to keep it together No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better But I'm still tryna stay with Beretta When I was in jail, they ain't sent me no letters I'm like, "Fuck it, I'll see 'em whenever"
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers, Michael Briggman, Bennie Briggman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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