SLOPES

You have to say something to me, like we have to have a conversation, real quick?

But you really have to, yeah? Woah! Aye

Summer time s**t I got bands aye

Benjamin and me best friends aye

Swerving these h**s I'm tried of shawty’s

I hate when they not on the ground woah

Oh my God Warren like hello I'm back on my b**t

Don’t sugarcoat baby

F**t I still want to coup to be navy or cream color coco like woah woah

I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorky like Biggie

I treated chella like dashing up Biggie

Still got the pack up smoke in my city

Here from Habana she text me you miss me

B**h, I got bands and they stuck in my pants, woah

Feel me?

Pockets, they dancing like Britney (yeah)

Bands on me, can't fit my Yeezy’s (yeah)

Dior, the girl when they fit me (yeah)

Back in Jakarta, they hofer my downfall

Like, come on, like, b**h, I been messin'

And they mad man, why you mad man? And they mad man, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pull it with a fit, and they mad man woah

Show money bags in my backpack (oh)

Introducing warrior granddad (yeah)

Seven on a wrap, m**r, lie roach

I don't dress a b**h with a bright, bright coach

She gon' touch ice while I bend her slope

Ski, ski, west leg, game two stick, one d**k

Want to wake the a** up and po

Quarter million dollars on one stage (quarter million)

N***s wanna come and switch my plate (switch)

White man in my pocket, no race (white man)

Shorty a fan with a little bitty waist (hey)

Bought a new vert (vert)

Somebody come race (race)

Pop two, p**c, can't feel my face (p**s)

They don't wanna work, these n***s be lazy (lazy)

They just wanna surf, I ain't f**' with a wave (yeah)

Issey told you I ain’t tame man

F**k it do you feel me now, I gotta move weight

I ain’t tryna move fake no way (oh)

Oh, f**k 'em, I just been in my thing (yeah)

Cut 'em 'cause the mood on strange (gang)

Climbing got it all on tape

Trapping like a bird when he caught his case (brr)

The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (race)

Food on your table for you eat, say grace (amen)

I'm going number one, can taste it (number one)

I was born up a star, I'm an alien (star)

I'mma sell out arenas and the stadium (arenas)

Got my gang and my family ain't tradin' 'em (gang)

N***s hate let 'em drown, they ain't savin 'em (drown)

Ain't mad, man

Woo

Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em

Backstage full of people I don't like

So I say amen, gotta pray for the pigment (aye man)

Every year, gotta change my alias (woo)

B-O-T-Y, shawty like the name in the stain

Tell my soul how to track my roles when they watch

Ain't mad, man (woo)

Ain't mad, man (oh)

Ain't mad, man

Pull it with a fit, ain't mad, man, huh

Show money bags in my backpack, huh

Introducing warrior granddad, huh

Stepping on rap m**r like

I was born on a star, I’m an alien

They don’t wanna work, these n***s don’t want to work

I was born on a star, I’m an alien

I’mma sell out arenas and stadiums

I got a gang of my family ain’t trading then

N***s hate let them drown, I ain't saving them

I turn the pain into pride I should be proud of him

Nah nah, f**k that

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