Slick Talk
Now if you feel like I feel, put your lighters in the sky
Only one life to live and I ain't afraid to die
And if the good die young, gonna be here for a while
Ain't gonna dip till I'm leavin' with a pile
Ludicrous loud packs linger of gasolina
Might do some things, but I never hit that lean up
Never see my last smile, till I see my last mile
Throw out these trash styles like I was a trash guy
Pull out the sticky icky, now walk with me
Hop out, blaze through every inch of your city
Retire your empire, and I don't need no lighter
Jump out the frying pan, right into the fire
Don't do this shit often, this be that slick talk
Hate when I'm shit talkin, 40 cal stick walkin
Ain't safe in the streets, but I'm a walk out
Your friends are enemies, I'm still gonna rock out
Blame it on my mama, but the streets raised me
Hip hop made me, skip through Crip blocks daily
See me at the spot, these other rappers can hate me
But if your mom's on my jock, she just wanting to date me
It ain't nothin' been doing bar work too long
Fire in the cypher, so my bar work too strong
Crazy 80's raised me, we pull up and pop out
Don't rat on your team, we lawyer up and cop out
Now if you feel like I feel, put your lighters in the sky
Only one life to live and I ain't afraid to die
And if the good die young, gonna be here for a while
Ain't gonna dip till I'm leavin' with a pile
Ludicrous loud packs linger of gasolina
Might do some things, but I never hit that lean up
Never see my last smile, till I see my last mile
Throw out these trash styles like I was a trash guy
Won't stop till the whole world palm up my hand
And the whole team's eating from the salt of the land
I grew up in the city near the salt and the sand
We blew up the whole city when they assaulted my man
And if you up in my biz and wanna speak on me
Not a blemish on my file, so that's weak to me
The rap game is just like the streets to me
A lot of bullshit to wade through, just to see
Bad premonitions lead to bad decisions
Can't never find the balance, every man is winning
You know that the man just sitting there grinning
Happy just to see us locked up for sinning
Spent a portion of my lifetime wasting away
Watched a lot of my lifelines fading away
So I just kept it pushing, started making my way
Knowing damn well this dog gonna have his day
Now if you feel like I feel, put your lighters in the sky
Only one life to live and I ain't afraid to die
And if the good die young, gonna be here for a while
Ain't gonna dip till I'm leavin' with a pile
Ludicrous loud packs linger of gasolina
Might do some things, but I never hit that lean up
Never see my last smile, till I see my last mile
Throw out these trash styles like I was a trash guy
Who got that fire man, Kaos the fireman
Smoke through your whole click, crew, gang, entire clan
Don't come at me with mids, thinking you're cute
Cause I step through more trees than a Timberline boot
Shout to those dudes, keep it a buck on the block
I don't promote violence, but I still bust a Glock
I'm a clean shot, split your wig mean with a green dot
Made ends with a green pot, all the way to the fiend spot
Kept me afloat through the hardest of times
You'll say Kaos spit the hardest of rhymes
No doubt, I spent a lifetime crafting these lines
Like, I spent a lifetime, jacking for mine
Dudes just be flagrant, time after time
So unoriginal, line after line
And I'm just trying to shine while avoiding the main line
Slide between heaven and hell, both at the same time
Only one life to live and I ain't afraid to die
And if the good die young, gonna be here for a while
Ain't gonna dip till I'm leavin' with a pile
Ludicrous loud packs linger of gasolina
Might do some things, but I never hit that lean up
Never see my last smile, till I see my last mile
Throw out these trash styles like I was a trash guy
Pull out the sticky icky, now walk with me
Hop out, blaze through every inch of your city
Retire your empire, and I don't need no lighter
Jump out the frying pan, right into the fire
Don't do this shit often, this be that slick talk
Hate when I'm shit talkin, 40 cal stick walkin
Ain't safe in the streets, but I'm a walk out
Your friends are enemies, I'm still gonna rock out
Blame it on my mama, but the streets raised me
Hip hop made me, skip through Crip blocks daily
See me at the spot, these other rappers can hate me
But if your mom's on my jock, she just wanting to date me
It ain't nothin' been doing bar work too long
Fire in the cypher, so my bar work too strong
Crazy 80's raised me, we pull up and pop out
Don't rat on your team, we lawyer up and cop out
Now if you feel like I feel, put your lighters in the sky
Only one life to live and I ain't afraid to die
And if the good die young, gonna be here for a while
Ain't gonna dip till I'm leavin' with a pile
Ludicrous loud packs linger of gasolina
Might do some things, but I never hit that lean up
Never see my last smile, till I see my last mile
Throw out these trash styles like I was a trash guy
Won't stop till the whole world palm up my hand
And the whole team's eating from the salt of the land
I grew up in the city near the salt and the sand
We blew up the whole city when they assaulted my man
And if you up in my biz and wanna speak on me
Not a blemish on my file, so that's weak to me
The rap game is just like the streets to me
A lot of bullshit to wade through, just to see
Bad premonitions lead to bad decisions
Can't never find the balance, every man is winning
You know that the man just sitting there grinning
Happy just to see us locked up for sinning
Spent a portion of my lifetime wasting away
Watched a lot of my lifelines fading away
So I just kept it pushing, started making my way
Knowing damn well this dog gonna have his day
Now if you feel like I feel, put your lighters in the sky
Only one life to live and I ain't afraid to die
And if the good die young, gonna be here for a while
Ain't gonna dip till I'm leavin' with a pile
Ludicrous loud packs linger of gasolina
Might do some things, but I never hit that lean up
Never see my last smile, till I see my last mile
Throw out these trash styles like I was a trash guy
Who got that fire man, Kaos the fireman
Smoke through your whole click, crew, gang, entire clan
Don't come at me with mids, thinking you're cute
Cause I step through more trees than a Timberline boot
Shout to those dudes, keep it a buck on the block
I don't promote violence, but I still bust a Glock
I'm a clean shot, split your wig mean with a green dot
Made ends with a green pot, all the way to the fiend spot
Kept me afloat through the hardest of times
You'll say Kaos spit the hardest of rhymes
No doubt, I spent a lifetime crafting these lines
Like, I spent a lifetime, jacking for mine
Dudes just be flagrant, time after time
So unoriginal, line after line
And I'm just trying to shine while avoiding the main line
Slide between heaven and hell, both at the same time
Credits
Writer(s): Kris Snider
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