beku san - pick up the slack lyrics
[chorus]
g19 i’m sliding it out
pack got wet i’m drying it out
sh+t can get toxic, we gotta move a little cautious
no tellin’ what’s in the pouch
run into me and you’ve run out of luck
40 like a church shirt, always tucked
gift of the gab, talking? we right on yo ass
you ain’t to big to get touched
pick up the slack (hmm)
now ain’t no time to relax (hmm)
dividends fall through the cracks (hmm)
we gotta talk about liens and debts and tax (hmm)
pre+loaded the dimes in a nike duffle
police come knocking, i ain’t even gotta flush em’
caught me a charge, i ain’t catching another
with so much at stake it’s hard to be subtle
[verse 1]
storefront closed gotta call in the back
don’t play slow gotta whole lot attached
whole lotta h’s and a whole lotta o’s
whole lotta sh+t that’s illegal
code scratched off, of the craftsmanship
pockets full of pills, ain’t got no script
shawshank blade with a filled down tip
keep eyes on 12, i’ll be there by 10
tight at the seems, trip down florida and lee
looking for personnel, pray it to go well
we gotta celebrate sells, all this clientele
creeping on simple, you see him, i’m looking
driving on spares, so it ride a little crooked
serving this rock, you can smell what i’m cooking
two footed tackles, i’m catching’ a bookin’
[verse 2]
streets went dry, they dying to eat
product test amphetamines
eyes lit up, it’ so sad to see
man spoke out, now he’s dead to me
duck, turn, swing gotta take my shot
trap instincts, man, it can’t be taught
h202 so the bud don’t rot
d+mn it, the streets run hot
and i’ve grown accustomed to taking an l
need no religion, i’ve been through the h+ll
where where you at when i sat in that cell?
mention your name, it ain’t ringing no bells
i ain’t surprised, that’s just how it goes
reach out a hand, but i wouldn’t get close
should have been having the time of my life
instead i was 18 risking my life
[chorus]
g19 i’m sliding it out
pack got wet i’m drying it out
sh+t can get toxic, we gotta move a little cautious
no tellin’ what’s in the pouch
run into me and you’ve run out of luck
40 like a church shirt, always tucked
gift of the gab, talking? we right on yo ass
you ain’t to big to get touched
pick up the slack (hmm)
now ain’t no time to relax (hmm)
dividends fall through the cracks (hmm)
we gotta talk about liens and debts and tax (hmm)
pre+loaded the dimes in a nike duffle
police come knocking, i ain’t even gotta flush em’
caught me a charge, i ain’t catching another
with so much at stake it’s hard to be subtle
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