Slim3 Drill OG

yo slim3 tim3 I been from the chi

15 years young wild on the fly

west 63rd where the streets stay hot

convenience store plot yeah he been schemin a lot

9mm tucked grip tight in his palm

cool as they come but he ticking like a bomb

mask on, face shrouded, yeah I'm doing it tonight

clerk never looked up, Slim3 coulda took his life

two stacks plus three hunnid snatched up in the bag

and clerk caught a fist, left him bruised and bashed

cops swooped quick lights flashin no escape

tim3 locked down fate sealed by the record of the tape

pleaded guilty courtroom heavy with those stares yuh

judge dropped the gavel five years in the chair yuh

menard’s cold walls where the young king sat

three years deep learned the game and that’s that

paroled in ‘11 april breeze hit his face

15 to a man now he runnin his race

streets still call but he movin with a plan

slim3 always held the world in his hand

 

But slime never stopped, he got back up in the gang shit

His parents never knew the just thought the slim3 was famous

 

 

two years free but the streets still crazy

south ash ave where the turf wars blazin

rival gang clash, tim3 caught in the maze but

knife in his grip rage burnin his soul bruh

stabbed that bitch n left him bleedin no controller

victim down bad and he clingin to his life, uh

Slim3 ghost quick-vanished in the night

posted with the homies laying low, outta sight

two days runnin, cops huntin on his trail

manhunt wild but they nabbed him without fail

cuffs on tight courtroom echoin his nam3

bruh slim3 pleaded guilty took weight of his shame

four years handed but the system don’t play

I didn't wanna go back locked back in the pen

Back to menard’s cold walls

where the time don’t bend

Got the papers of my cell mate, didn't slide for a night

Slim3 read some shit, sparked a fire in his chest

tim3 swung hard left that pussy in distress

fists flew fast no mercy in the fray

blood on the floor guards late in a play

incident popped off stretched on out Slim3's time real long

four years flipped to eight ‘cause the code don’t bond with the law

trapped in the cage where the devils don’t sleep

every day’s a grind when the pain runs deep

august ‘20 gates cracked sun hit his face

Slim3 doing better now, opps in a better place