susta – king slime lyrics
(hahahaha)
(susta)
i got a lot of dirt on my mind
like storm weather
they wanna press ya
don’t care about your stressors
tryna squeeze us by design
they want the “yessir”
no room to mess up
king slime the real oppressor
cuz the math not running (hey)
the work unbecoming
the tracks stopped coming
and the grind now hurting
i said the math not running
the work unbecoming
the tracks stopped coming
and the grind now something else (yeah)
told to shut up and follow their methodology
honestly, i know i’m better than all of them
with more cards than me (huh?)
a different prodigy
n0body in the family comes close to going as hard as me
laid a map to the stars, like astronomy
graduated, a master but y’all dropped out on 3
every once in blue moon, they tell me yes that they gonna be
back, they gonna drop gas, they gonna get racks
then they ask, will susta still be around to cover their ass?
yeah i will, tho you never did
when it started to matter, you just got up and left (goneeeee)
the relationship between my stature and work was a threat (unh)
see me painting my pictures, in it not one regret (yoooooo)
made them really feel a certain type of way for sure (for sure!)
pointing exits like you wish i would go thru them doors
b+tch, sus in full control (unh)
work through the overdose (yeah)
king slime gotta chill before i go and blow
just thought that you should know
i got a lot of dirt on my mind
like storm weather
they wanna press ya
don’t care about your stressors
tryna squeeze us by design
they want the “yessir”
(yes) no room to mess up
king slime, the real oppressor
but the math not running (nah)
(make it make sense)
the work unbecoming
(this sh+t ain’t fun no more bruh)
plus the tracks stopped coming
(p bottlenecking my time)
and the grind start hurtin’
yeah, the grind now something else (hey!)
cook all the beef
blood on the mats, don’t make a scene (nah)
give em’ the cheese
left holding crumbs, then rinse, repeat
repeat, nurturing leads, get me outta here, i gotta be
bigger than ye, pushing p
the addy go down, easy, easy, easy
your gun only shoots bb’s (pew, pew)
i like my suits just like my chicken
means i need the 3+piece (hunh?!)
agree that i’m the next, i feel like michael going hee+hee
early work complete, gg
i’m way too turnt, come see me (hey!)
(hey) the grind, the grind
the boss, king slime
wants you for life
they clock your time till your demise (facts)
surprise, surprise, won’t let this fly
we’ll call the riot, i ain’t the slaving type that they wanted, like
bruh
i swear i’m over this stuff man (i swear i’m over it man)
the constant snaking, ghosting, lying, probing
all these people have held so much power over me (f+ck)
and for what (and for what, bro)
nah, it’s done
i’m outta here
unh
sus
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