Slab Lyrics

Leaned back when I'm whippin in the slab with my feet on the gas I'm just tryna get a bag

Out riding thinking bout the past and all the good times I'm just tryna get it back

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Ok I grew up in a neighborhood where everythang was candy painted

On my block we had it all from liquor stores to candy ladies

Tupac he told us about girls like brenda having babies

I'm here to tell you they grew up to be kings

Out here living his dream I'm just trying to get cream you know

Cash rules everything around me, but

If I could do it I would give it away

Trade it all in for my people that ain't nothing to pay

I'd get heaven on the phone and tell 'em meet me today

Swing my car around the corner just to meet at the gate

Yeah, reminiscing got me tripping this time hit ignition in the whip and then slide, i'm

Leaned back when whippin in the slab with my feet on the gas I'm just tryna get a bag

Out riding thinking bout the past and all the good times I'm just tryna get it back

Leaned back when I'm whippin in the slab with my feet on the gas I'm just tryna get a bag

Out riding thinking bout the past and all the good times I'm just tryna get it back

I'm on my Cassius I'm telling y'all I'm really Ali

Out here floating like a butterfly stinging like a bee

Hustle everyday ain't got no time compete

When I look I see myself in the horizon

I only want the commas

Don't really do the drama

I'm choosing me forever and I put that on my mama

Don't really do designer keep it death before dishonor

Stay lowkey with the flexxin know I'm watching for the robbers

I'm thinking bout my brothers and my sisters and my partners and my daughter and my daddy every time i get to riding

Yeah, reminiscing got me trippin this time

hit ignition in the whip and then slide, I'm

Leaned back when whippin in the slab with my feet on the gas I'm just tryna get a bag

Out riding thinking bout the past and all the good times I'm just tryna get it back

Leaned back when whippin in the slab with my feet on the gas I'm just tryna get a bag

Out riding thinking bout the past and all the good times tryna get it back

I been on my own ever since the moment I arrived

Though this world gone try to break me every single day I rise

Brothers doing thirty other brothers not alive Sisters out here doing ok mama fighting to survive

Stuck in vicious cycles and I never could explain why

Everything around me gotta change I ain't the same guy

Reminiscing got my trippin this time hit ignition in the whip and then slide

I'm

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Writers: Keon S. Washington