Slow Leak

I like yo bitch when she at her livest
I could write song but I digress
You ain't gang you couldn't understand the process, or the progress
Unless it happened overnight you live for the hype
Reach for peace of mind when I'm chiefing pine
What shall they reap for seeking mine we shall see in time
Now my back in the sand
Compliments of loading packs in the van
Like to keep the bowl packed when she tan
Lighting js up in plain sight
Pack brownies for the day flight
Hope you know we ain't the same
Truth in my veins so when it comes this game that mean I can't lie
Chief until my eyes Shanghai
Cooling while they try to stay hot
Hurricane so the waves never change I
If it hit hard enough it might change minds
If it don't I can't complain I'm still the same nigga

Got to keep that pack on me
Walking charge fuck the police
Hot box with the homies
All gas nigga slow leak
All gas nigga slow leak
All gas, all gas

Trill shit off the brain skin
My niggas about numbers, call them rain men
So the same thing that leads them to the good shit
Be the same thing that always lead up to the problems
Always ask us where we copping
Spot us on the block blowing trees like it's nothing
Out of state options, interstate cruising
With a chick that claim she knew me before my new shit
I remember vaguely, but fuck it, she fucking
Means with no ends like hustling for nothing
As far as I'm concerned ain't no need for discussion
When your only gear is go and Satan's hanging off your shoulder
Fuck shit, no patience
Cops come, no statements
Three quarters of that is just in the way I was raised
The other quarter of that is necessary to get paid
That's why, that's why

Got to keep that pack on me
Walking charge fuck the police
Hot box with the homies
All gas nigga slow leak
All gas nigga slow leak
All gas, all gas

I started 4 in the morning
A couple hours in you're just now yawning
I'm so serious look at my face
You're worried about them hoes, I'm worried about my case
You a dumb nigga if you ain't get some of that paper
Wasting your time, paying too much time to them haters
Losing your focus, trying to keep up in this race
I ain't changed much, I still do it my way
I feel like I'm a lion, stuck in this cage
Fraudulent disguises, saw them from a mile away
Man these niggas weak, how you gone fuck with me
I'm like a janitor, I open doors I got the keys
Your girl wants to ride with me
Chill with me in privacy
Little homie I'm a G
Something you could never me
I recommend you get your bread
Lose it all beefing with me
I came from the streets
Moved to the burbs back to the streets

Got to keep that pack on me
Walking charge fuck the police
Hot box with the homies
All gas nigga slow leak
All gas nigga slow leak
All gas, all gas



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Writer(s): Jamaryn Ford
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