The Slimmest
• Written by TopSov
True Slim Shade's, completely numb
concede; the run, the beat, the guns,
the need is none, no peace, just wronged
into stillness feel the realness?
who'd kill to steal this?
nill can milk it
an am built resilient
from hilt to brilliance
no Batman but I got
got the will of billions
so fat chance, it's zilch of zillions
yo' trash and, I kill the beat well
indiscreet not industry
still in the streets, yet in the league
plan's legacy not meant for me
like every beach, I'm mentally
censoring.
can get to me, can't get to me
can get to me, can't get to me
can get to me, can't get to me
can get to me, can't get to me
I hopefully just smoke some weed
and go to sleep, broke an' cheap
so choke on these, as I roast your scene
so openly, no dopamine, they stole from me
I think I'll go in peace, don't blink am shown to leave
no host no royalties don't spoil me am all you need
can't call it beef no quality just bothers me
like some disease ain't come to please
ain't come to plead, ain't come to bleed
like some believe, still hungry
none under me am undefeat'
make y'all concede, retreat, an fall to feet.
y'all whores to me I got balls to leave
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TopSov
Member since April 19 2016