​Track 1: Sliding in the Snow

​Track 1: Sliding in the Snow

​Track 1: Sliding in the Snow ​(Prod. Lazy Locz) ​Wonder the land in the land that I in, I shouldn't even be a fucking wake but I can't sleep. Cuz my mind won't stop cuz it's motherfucking fucked up I blame it on everybody else no I'm just playing. But partially I'm not it's real like what the fuck bro I'm trying to... Get yeah shout out to Lazy Locz man producer on this one lazy I'm just borrowing the beat real quick. Man freestyle shit you know. ​Hey yeah I'm about to run that bitch back you feel me how the fuck am I supposed to get back there. I don't even know that Art of War man he read that book I suggest you read it. If you real motherfucker not real don't worry about it Warriors going to read it so heyy I here sliding in the snow fuck it. ​Shout out to Lazy Locz on the beat hey all my boys know the way that we going roll. I'll be sliding out of control living a fuck about these lames quick to Burn Them Up in Flames. I'mma take them out the game if I got you then I do what it is I need I'mma going and handle my business with no greed. I ain't greedy motherfucker just cuz I like the D I stack that shit up but I do it the righteous way. I do it the genuine the Bonafide authentic made man I ain't fucking take it from nobody that don't deserve it I keep it pushing. ​All gas and ain't no brakes I'm bumping on that Lazy music every day yeah he got them slaps. He got more than that he got lyrics too he got shit to follow through because he's thorough he's authentic made and he don't fuck around we going to get paid. Hey I'm sliding around in the SL in the motherfucking snow trying to take me to lose my control though look at that the camera trying to jump up off the bro. I ain't tripping cuz you know the way I slide bro I'mma slide through the snow like I Des either way I'm FP. ​Bitch and go around though okay but I guess not ain't no going around up in this bitch I'm under. I'm trying to find a way to get all about this pain and this misery I'm living constantly up in the game. I'm trying trying my best to get the proper service but these motherfuckers not giving me what I deserve bitch. I'mma handle business by any means and I'mma get my motherfucking know but I will never ever trust another Soul like a brother till they earn my respect. And they can earn my trust but though but lots of people they be switching. And flip flopping these motherfuckers like light switches and fucking done with the fucker can't stop God damn. ​Track 2: The War Zone & The Ticket ​(Prod. Anabolic) ​Much love Lazy, the snow didn't fuck up my motherfucking shit, got the wipers making their own instrumental, you feel me? F out here too, we got F and Lazy out here, man, Anabolic, shout out to Anabolic too. Every day I'll be riding through the lanes, I ain't talking about the ones that I been driving in. Man, I be talking about this life, life that I'm living and I'm wishing I can make a better decision. Maybe I can find another way to get about this hell hole I'm living in. It seems like heavy decisions that I make be benefitting someone else and fucking me in the face, and I'm just sick and tired of all of it but fuck it. ​I play it fucking easy, if somebody want to get busy we can handle it. I like Bizzy Bone too, I bump the Thugs, bro. I don't give a fuck about some sucka shit. Blow a hole up in the air with a sucker, want the throw? We can go toe to toe, pound for pound. I'm ready bro, I don't give a fuck who they say that they is, cuz it don't even matter what you taking from me, bitch. Cuz I lost it all before, I got it all back, and then I did the same thing and repeat. How you like that? I fire for effect and then I repeat, I'mma blow away your motherfucking village to smithereens, tell me what it is, you G? I'm a fucking Savage, I ain't fucking folding no way. ​I've been here for a long long time, hey, I've been in the gutter ever since I can't remember but I've been smooth, smooth like butter. I was standing up to anybody and whoever, if they wanted to get it then we were getting it. It didn't matter if I lost, I would still stand my ground, still hold it down when I be sliding through they town, in the town where I be in. I'm from everywhere, I rep where I stand at, that's what I rep, okay? I'm like a nomad, bitch, I make you say... I'mma leave your ass there, your kids call me dad. It's not my fault I never gave the nut to have you fucking popping out my children. I only got one son and now I know that's a guarantee, the DNA proved it so. But I cannot tell you about all the other ones, if they thought it was mine, the names say none. And I can guarantee them hoes all would be glad they told me because they wish that I was baby daddy, these bitches they all crazy. ​They actually... they want me to be the daddy to the kid but

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Lyrics

[Intro – muted trap 808, distant wind hum] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – lazy snare roll, hazy bass line] Wander the ground where I’ve always stood Should be asleep but my brain won’t shut good Mind’s spinning fast, all tangled up tight Blame everyone else, but I know that’s a lie [Pre-Chorus – building synth hum, crisp hi-hats] Half the blame’s mine, this mess feels too real Trying to keep going, trying to heal Shout out to the beat maker, lending his sound Freestyle flow, no script, just what I found [Chorus – punchy 808, distorted vocal layer] Sliding in the snow, out of control Burn the lames down, watch their world unfold Stack what I earn, keep it righteous and true No greed in my veins, just what I’m due [Verse 2 – echoing snare, warped piano riff] No brakes on this ride, all gas, no stop Bumping that daily sound, hits that don’t flop Slide through the drift, don’t care if I fall Got my boys right there, we own this raw call [Pre-Chorus – rising synth, tighter hi-hats] Camera’s shaking, but I don’t trip Slide through the chaos, keep my grip Trying to outrun the pain in my bones These clowns won’t give me what I’ve earned on my own [Chorus – layered vocals, heavier bass] Sliding in the snow, out of control Burn the lames down, watch their world unfold Stack what I earn, keep it righteous and true No greed in my veins, just what I’m due [Bridge – sparse drums, haunting synth pad] People flip like switches, can’t trust a soul Earn my respect first, then you’ll know Lost it all once, got it back again Savage to the core, won’t fold, won’t bend [Interlude – war zone sample, ticking clock, Anabolic-style beat switch] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 3 – sharp trap kick, menacing bass] Riding through life’s lanes, not the ones on the street Stuck in this hell hole, can’t find my feet Decisions I make feed someone else’s gain Sick of getting played, sick of the pain [Pre-Chorus – tense synth build, rapid hi-hats] Ready to rumble, toe to toe, pound for pound Lost it all before, so I don’t fear the ground Fire for effect, repeat till they fall Blow their whole world up, watch the walls crawl [Chorus – explosive delivery, full trap stack] War zone streets, I’m holding my ticket Savage to the end, no need for a gimmick Nomad to the bone, rep where I stand Leave you in the dust, make you understand [Outro – fading beat, distant wind] One son I know, that’s my guarantee Rest can keep their lies, that’s not me Sliding through the dark, keep my head high This is my ride, no goodbye