Slide Andreas (feat. XLR6 Feu)

Ay, young **** from the East, swear all we know is get it, uh

I was running the streets, said, "Fuck it" and ran up them digits, ay

Used to trap out the P, way before they was pushing this Diddy shit

Cocaine done got a crease, I been steppin', I'm standing on business, yea

These **** go get a chain before they hit the dentist

This shit ridiculous, they trick on 'bout on anything

They fucked the game up, this shit here is pitiful

Life beating my ass, took a couple whips

I always come out with a miracle

Life goin' fair, got a dollar on the dime, my foot on the petal

Life goin' fair, got a dollar on the dime, my foot on the petal

Foot up on the gas, I ain't toying with the devil, my hand on the metal

I be 'bout to spazz, got my back against the wall, I ain't with the meddling

Feeling like a ball player with the foreign bitches, go 'em digging the melanin

Say you gettin' money, nah, we ain't seen it yet, what you know? Who you telling?

Say you gettin' money, nah, we ain't believing that, save that for ya BM

Big bankroll, I'ma get money from the A to the p.m., I ain't tryna slide in ya DMs

****, they envy, don't know what I been through, but they all wanna be here

Took a couple L's, came up on a win, I did it again, and again, and again, and again

I can't be 'round these ****, they want me to fail, and I'm peeping the sin within

I just pray I don't sin again, I just want me some M and M's

I just want me some M's and den

Ay, young **** from the East, swear all we know is get it, uh

I was running the streets, said, "Fuck it" and ran up them digits, ay

Used to trap out the P, way before they was pushing this Diddy shit

Cocaine done got a crease, I been steppin', I'm standing on business, yea

These **** go get a chain before they hit the dentist

This shit ridiculous, they trick on 'bout on anything

They fucked the game up, this shit here is pitiful

Life beating my ass, took a couple whips (I gotchu)

I always come out with a miracle

Life goin' fair, got a dollar on the dime, my foot on the petal

Yeah, how many you want? How many you buying?

Digital scale, **** know I'm supplying

The shit **** rap don't add up, **** lying

I'm on the way up, **** on ya grind

I put it on God, if I'm lying, I'm flying

Ain't giving these monkey hoes none of my time

I'm taking these risks with my life on the line

She in her feelings because we ain't speaking

I got the bag on me right now, I got the cake mix on me

These **** be playing, I'ma set this bitch out, just give me a reason

I can't wait prove a point, yea

These ****, they know we gone move somethin'

And Luh Bro in the spot with a SK and a sawed-off

He gone hit that bitch close range

38, it's a throw away, your **** got fake opps

I tell them, "Your **** got fake opps"

**** talk pop somethin', won't pop a rock, them boys they pussy

Remember them days I was broke, I wasn't living, now I'm living the fullest, yea

Remember them days I was broke, I wasn't living, now I'on need keys to the whip

Shit don't make no sense, this is not the 45th, the wrist is president

Young **** come from the East

Got it straight up out the mud, this shit is heaven sent

Yeah, young **** from the East, swear all we know is get it, uh

I was running the streets, said, "Fuck it" and ran up them digits, ay

Used to trap out the P, way before they was pushing this Diddy shit

Cocaine done got a crease, I been steppin', I'm standing on business, yea