| I’m not cold bro |
| I can’t forget the hood |
| Becah I started with the strip |
| I’m the type to always go hard |
| Regardless of the flip |
| Cah my nigga went broke |
| But he was tryna get rich |
| For puttin' pebbles on the strip |
| But one day I’ma give up |
| And I’m the type to go hit the dock |
| And never switch up (Never) |
| We don’t gun lean |
| We bring guns through |
| I give my runner the pack |
| He gimme the cash |
| And that’s a one, two |
| Look |
| 'Cause I’m the one who |
| Do it for the team |
| I told my dad fuck school |
| I’ma do it off the fiends (Cash) |
| Nastro is in my jeans |
| I’m shoppin' up in Paris |
| In the coupe with the baddest |
| I got bagga up in Catford |
| And Givenchy on my top |
| 'Cause I used to wear the same fucking clothes |
| When I was spinning on the block |
| And that’s funny |
| And I used to think them old niggas there was getting money |
| But they hating on the kid |
| And that’s bummy |
| Shit |
| Cah them niggas fake |
| And them bitches too |
| And I’m the one up in jail |
| That you never sent no pictures to |
| And that you never came to visit |
| Now you see me in the hood |
| They say, «Slim I see you winning» |
| Yeah I’m glad you see it too |
| 'Cause I had to take a half brick |
| And turn it into two |
| And I’m looking at my life |
| From a different point of view |
| Though there’s room up in the Range |
| It’s kinda cramped up in the coupe |
| I got a shank up in my shoe |
| I’m taking no check |
| I was selling dutch weed in '0−10 |
| Know the rules |
| Never let a man think you owe them |
| I made niggas eat |
| When they had no bread |
| They still got a handout |
| And that’s the reason why |
| I call them old friends |
| 'Cause I’m the one who |
| Never gave two shits |
| I made my life change |
| Off of two flips |
| I put two bags on two kicks |
| The trap needs a new strip |
| And yo the fans need a new hit |
| I’m gone |
| It’s Slim |