paroles de chanson LEAFLETS (feat. 4T7) - Jamie Slacks

Flows like Midas, break your teeth if you bite it
I ain't ever gonna let them grab the keys when I'm driving
Giving me the beat like receiving assignment
He's on the grind like the trees when I'm writing
Seasons be changing like degrees in the climate
But I keep moving on with a dream when I'm rhyming
Seizing the day when I wake up at noon
Lit a J by the pool now you facing the highest
Slacks and Sevs like smacks to the head
Blacking out but still lacking the press
Action driven like stacking these checks
I'm having visions of catching my breath
These average rhythms don't touch my soul
Go puff a bowl and lay back in the bed
Try to rack your brain, you been wack with the pen

Hitting your bitch like a pimp in the spot
Hit it then quit, treat the lick like a job
Fifth in the fist I got grip when I whip out the lot
Bitch, we ride ignorant
Skipping the law because we lacking melanin
Sack full of piff in the whip and they smelling it
Cops going to drive by and kill someone else maybe
Shit is fucked up, that was somebody's baby
Shit is fucked up, got me switching my messaging
Maybe I'm fucked up? Get a grip with the selfishness
Avoiding text messages, sending mixed messages
Doing so much you going to need more appendages
Sometimes I wanna give up, bad feeling so I take a blackpill-y it's silly
I be really turnt so I go to throw up
Slacks is really what I've been giving up lately, I'll be gin-damned if I give it enough
I'll be damned if I've ever been touched
By the words that y'all saying, just spraying and praying, you lames couldn't pull up a clutch
Turned too many to dust, buddy, I've been seen enough
I'm bussing, you sussing my cousin, you wasn't shit because you been giving a fuck
I wrote the book on living with trust, and left it open-ended
Went flat broke because I went and spent it and now I no longer can give it a fuss

No fuss, no fucks
I pull up with no dust, no rust
Everything is clean and clutch
Ten blunts double-stuffed like Oreos
Every show got new hoes
Wrist froze like Ontario
Thought you knew me
Ride around town with some groupies
Call your girl up smoke some cookies
I won't eat it if that shit looks like a Wookie
There's no discussing
I'm that double OG from KC
Trap from Shawnee all the way to Troost street
Always pour one out because we lost the homie Pete
Always pour one out because we lost Velly
That was my first plug, kept the sour diesel
Now I'm smoking, looking like I'm Don fucking Cheadle
Give your girl the worm like Weedle
Always bugging like Weavile
Told her if it's that real get my name with the needle