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ChatPad

  1. I pull up in that foreign, windows tinted black
  2. Guns on deck, keep it tucked, never lack
  3. Bitches love a nigga with that ice on his wrist
  4. But they really chase the bag, that's the realist shit
  5. Bitches, they be switchin' sides like it's nothin' (switch!)
  6. One minute they loyal, next they frontin' (frontin'!)
  7. I got options lined up, choose one or choose none
  8. Slim3 don't chase, make 'em run to the drum
  9. Guns clap loud in the O Block memory
  10. Now in the Midwest, still got that energy
  11. Glock 19 stay close, that's my bestie
  12. Try to test me, turn your block to a tragedy
  13. Money scheme heavy, I'm flippin' every play
  14. From the Chi to Lansing, gettin' paid every day
  15. Scam or trap, whatever bring the cake in
  16. Young nigga eatin', stomach never achin'
  17. NeVs on repeat in my head when I stack
  18. Money, money, money —must be funny in a rich man's world, facts
  19. But I'm the rich man now, young don in my prime
  20. Bitches, guns, money —that's the motto for all time
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  22. King bounced back from the grave, bullet holes in my chest
  23. Flatlined, Few time, and I chopped it up with death
  24. Only thing that matter is me, center of every map
  25. Y'all chatters type tough, but I don't even clap back
  26. No smoke with keyboards, y'all just digital rats
  27. I get Henny in my cup, and its loud in the pack
  28. Rap pad used to crown me, now it's Chat pad queers
  29. Roleplayin' gangsta while cryin' 'bout they fears
  30. Should be on they knees for the return of the real
  31. But y'all too busy ventin', keepin' it "feels"
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  33. I don't beef with chatters, keyboard warriors typin' essays in they feelings,
  34. Y'all roleplayin' rappers on Rap pad, now it's Chat pad, straight therapy sessions.
  35. "Yo I felt this bar deep" —nigga shut the fuck up with that soft ass shit,
  36. We used to battle for respect, now y'all cryin' 'bout ya childhood in the comments quick.
  37. Y'all should be on y'all knees, crown polished, kiss the ring when the king touch down,
  38. I rose from the dead, still breathin' fire, y'all just ghosts in ghost towns.
  39. Only thing that matter? Me. Period. Full stop. No debate.
  40. Slim3 Tim3 forever, rest of y'all just background noise in my mixtape.
  41. Henny got me wavy, weed keep me elevated, no cap,
  42. Almost died for this shit, so every bar feel like a body slap.
  43. Y'all turned my pad to a diary, I turned pain to a plaque,
  44. Bow down or get stepped on —the mother fuckin king is back.
  45. Slim3 Tim3

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