Slim’s Return

Lyrics

One Two One, two [Verse: Stalley] Three Money Women Cars Ghetto celebrities Hood movie stars Pack slingers to rap singers is who we are Now listen to the sounds of MadStalley on As I carry on the charm of a don Walk like the Fonz, cooler than Franz In mid-January with my three piece on Tailor made, I been a spade A sight to see, a walking parade Ohio I put on Brilliant I'm militant, I get 'em amped Soon as I step on stage and get a band Then I get a boom Fist in the air, now punch up the room Shake up the building Wake up the children Tell everybody move 'til we turn up to Slim Aye aye captain, I'm I'm him Apology for the delay, salute to where I been City to city Show after show stuffing money in the bin Sheep to sheik Verse after verse, they said there's money in my pen As the ink keeps spilling, I'm writing out feelings Worth about a million I can barely count my ends Caught hard times, people dipped out Now I can barely count my friends Who cares I'm still here as the world goes around On my middle finger it spins Like a globetrotter My alma mater is victory Started off with a lot of L's now its nothing but wins Pocket full of crumpled paper filed with Ohio hymns My midwest drawl will define the awe, smiles and grins Pop is giant, vanity must I quiet To start and eat good I must diet Trust me must you try it Bad move when testing a giant I'm from the southeast side Where one wrong word could cause a riot Bunch of revolutionary thugs when the sirens go off We go to war with the fuzz Rebel music out the back of our trunks 40 finale, from Lincoln Way to Tremont The return of MadStalley The return of MadStalley