One/Slide

Lyrics

Heavy metal on a 5'6 guy The cannon ain't the reason he's a big shot You know that you are up from what you let slide huh Spent it on an album, not a wristwatch Love my momma more than I hate enemies But you know we keep them slaps like Chris Rock Starved myself to get fly, fitting extra smalls You let them embarrass you to be a megastar? Media addicting us to porno and the rum Media addicting us to someone else's funds I can't glorify no man but the Son They want me outside of the club, demonic and dumb The cannon ain't thе reason he's a big shot You know that you are up from what you lеt slide huh Hock a loogie full of phlegm at these superficial men Back outside turnt, living, I was dead How much bread to heal your existential dread? I feel like Enoch, I was walking, now I left They throw flowers at this temporary flesh I reroute it This is not the product of a third vowel 1 a.m. prayers, no curfew Cut corners too much, become a circle They s-hitted on the lot of us and now they rot A couple of thoughts can make a Thoth out a thot Community builder with shrooms in his Gildan Gun shooting, looting, took the youth out the children I felt abandoned To keep it a thousand What you spent on the jacket We spend on fabric When you're this appointed, there's no asking Stop boxing yourself, be everlasting At the Deli for a chopped cheese and a Snapple Munching on these rappers like Isis Naija Gaston Letting them distract me Yo The cannon ain't the reason he's a big shot, shot!