"Slidin" lyrics
Every year you pass a death day
Like, the day you gon' die, you gon' pass it every year
And the day it come, it come
Too many rappers be talkin' a lie
Like they really be livin the shit that we on
Gangsta, I started talkin' to mics
And the people tell me they feelin' my songs
Murder scene, back to back, call up my hood
Man, I don't want to die, got to make it back home
Stopped chasing dreams because I'm never sleepin'
If I'm not in the studio, I'm serving bows
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
When I cry, man, they crying for real, yeah
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
I got haters who ain't gon' do shit to me
Drop a bag and them nigga is history (Boom)
I'm doing this shit for my people
I hope that my nigga don't do me like Vino
I started it, I get to shootin' and reload
They know I'm the boss man, just like I'm D-low
Serving these bands like they motherfuckin' legal
I earned all my stripes like I work at Adidas
Surrounded myself only good type of people
No Cookinwitkya but I need a eater
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
When I cry, man, they crying for real, yeah
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
I got haters who ain't gon' do shit to me
Drop a bag and them nigga is history
If I got it, then he got it for real
'Cause when I shot him, then he shot him for real
In the south side, and we slidin' for real
And if I'm vibin', then we vibin' for real
Too many niggas that's locked in the system
When they go to jail, man, they call up my phone
I know some nigga who got a life sentence
But they still tellin' me that they still coming home
Drives-by, we killing all of the passengers
We see the bullets go straight through the dome
Talk about gangsta shit, please do it face to face
I don't like talkin' 'bout business on phones
When I get to poppin' on nigga
And we get to droppin' them nigga, the police be on us
It ain't no stoppin' on nigga
'Cause we get to movin on nigga like we a controller
Black truck, strapped up, we keep a mac tucked
Pistol on me, not a regular performer
You not a gangsta, you just like your daddy
You just a simp, sons, Homer
Too many rappers be talkin' a lie
Like they really be livin the shit that we on
Gangsta, I started talkin' to mics
And the people tell me they feelin' my songs
Murder scene, back to back, call up my hood
Man, I don't want to die, got to make it back home
Stopped chasing dreams because I'm never sleepin'
If I'm not in the studio, I'm serving bows
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
When I cry, man, they crying for real, yeah
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
I got haters who ain't gon' do shit to me
Drop a bag and them nigga is history
If I got it, then he got it for real
'Cause when I shot him, then he shot him for real
In the south side, and we slidin' for real
And if I'm vibin', then we vibin' for real
Like, the day you gon' die, you gon' pass it every year
And the day it come, it come
Too many rappers be talkin' a lie
Like they really be livin the shit that we on
Gangsta, I started talkin' to mics
And the people tell me they feelin' my songs
Murder scene, back to back, call up my hood
Man, I don't want to die, got to make it back home
Stopped chasing dreams because I'm never sleepin'
If I'm not in the studio, I'm serving bows
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
When I cry, man, they crying for real, yeah
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
I got haters who ain't gon' do shit to me
Drop a bag and them nigga is history (Boom)
I'm doing this shit for my people
I hope that my nigga don't do me like Vino
I started it, I get to shootin' and reload
They know I'm the boss man, just like I'm D-low
Serving these bands like they motherfuckin' legal
I earned all my stripes like I work at Adidas
Surrounded myself only good type of people
No Cookinwitkya but I need a eater
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
When I cry, man, they crying for real, yeah
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
I got haters who ain't gon' do shit to me
Drop a bag and them nigga is history
If I got it, then he got it for real
'Cause when I shot him, then he shot him for real
In the south side, and we slidin' for real
And if I'm vibin', then we vibin' for real
Too many niggas that's locked in the system
When they go to jail, man, they call up my phone
I know some nigga who got a life sentence
But they still tellin' me that they still coming home
Drives-by, we killing all of the passengers
We see the bullets go straight through the dome
Talk about gangsta shit, please do it face to face
I don't like talkin' 'bout business on phones
When I get to poppin' on nigga
And we get to droppin' them nigga, the police be on us
It ain't no stoppin' on nigga
'Cause we get to movin on nigga like we a controller
Black truck, strapped up, we keep a mac tucked
Pistol on me, not a regular performer
You not a gangsta, you just like your daddy
You just a simp, sons, Homer
Too many rappers be talkin' a lie
Like they really be livin the shit that we on
Gangsta, I started talkin' to mics
And the people tell me they feelin' my songs
Murder scene, back to back, call up my hood
Man, I don't want to die, got to make it back home
Stopped chasing dreams because I'm never sleepin'
If I'm not in the studio, I'm serving bows
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
When I cry, man, they crying for real, yeah
When I'm sliding, man, they dying for real, yeah
I got haters who ain't gon' do shit to me
Drop a bag and them nigga is history
If I got it, then he got it for real
'Cause when I shot him, then he shot him for real
In the south side, and we slidin' for real
And if I'm vibin', then we vibin' for real
