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slim of 112 - 23.1 lyrics

[intro: miike snow / conversation with g]

slim: “free my n-gga g”

reached the city steps tonight
following the power-lines
met a man bar-side
with eclipses for eyes

[verse 1: slim]

she opens he mouth with the p-ssion to please
my n-ggas say p-ss her to me
i’m drunk and i’m high don’t p-ss me the keys
went half on the weed and half on lean
half black half white, but i’m not no pig though
get money, my n-ggas say ditto
i been smoking indo, since i was a kiddo
n-ggas got pounds, tell me what they hit fo
run up in yo hood with the clips up n-gga
turn a broad day outside to a strip club n-gga
hit you so many time with a big truck n-gga
cops come and they can’t pick up n-ggas
lay low me and juan pedro
chasing these pesos bangers we make those
got hits n-gga don’t tell it to me
f-ck the whole world thelma, louise
pray to god that i make it home
aiming my gun with the safety off
throw me in a box can’t make me talk
i probably die before i let a b-tch break my heart
i ain’t asking sh-t. walk up in the party and i’m blasting sh-t
i want everything f-ck half the sh-t
shine on, i’m a diamond sitting by rhinestones
my n-gga g told me that, can’t na’an n-gga out here hold me back
he say my sh-ts getting better and better man
so high but a n-gga can’t levitate
now im in the position to provide my close friends with better days
g took the wrap for a n-gga
so im out rapping n-ggas
to come back for my n-gga

[hook: miike snow]

reached the city steps tonight
following the power-lines
met a man bar-side
with eclipses for eyes

[verse 2: slim]

this is bigger than rap n-gga, this is powerful art
talk a n-gga straight out of his art
i can’t tell these cowards apart
he can’t tell those hours apart
23 in a cell 1 on the yard
i pray for the n-gga every now and than
don’t let them n-ggas in the box tell you how to live
i’d never take advice from those n-ggas
heaven and h-ll, don’t mesh with them well
i’m f-cking lekel. he’s stuck in a cell
spending money on drugs so high that a n-gga can’t feel his face
it’s a god d-mn shame
i could spend the same money to appeal his case
ground up, that’s real estate
i remember when my plate was empty
but when you hungry bro you can’t be picky
i see little people i dream big
i’m only mvp if my teams wins
i see dumb n-ggas, cleveland
if she can climb through the window she can sneak in
love is sacrifice, thanks to that n-gga i didn’t lose half of my life
he’s locked up and i’m stressed out
these lonely nights in my bedroom
it’s all good, in reality we’ll all be dead soon
i sip up my n-gga hitting sit-ups
im rolling kush up my n-gga doing push ups
i answer whenever he call me
if i eat, we all eat slim

[hook: miike snow]

reach the city steps tonight
following the power-lines
met a man bar-side
with eclipses for eyes

[outro: phone conversation with g]

- slim of 112 lyrics

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