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slywontdie - sly jethro lyrics

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so many times i coulda crashed on accident

i’m high as sh*t drive home on accident

ain’t buckle up i’m drunk and mad as dhit

i’m a sting silent type but on god i’ll smack a b*tch

you ever been so high your head was spinnin

your stomach angry and your body itchin

that’s what it feel like to have a panic attack

when i’m by myself i have panic attacks

when i get sad i give my hamster a snack

smoke too many woods my lips really black

when i’m off the shrooms i feel really black

when i get chick fil a the workers give me dap

extra fries and extra snacks
n*ggas giggle n blush cuz my name is sly

social anxiety hard to get used to that

wanna get my number and match sometimе

don’t hit my phone unless you need a quack

i’m tryna flip this dispensary pack

gеt some stupid za and get my money back

i smoke for free you pay to relax

i love my custys tho they always have my back

if the text bubble green i’m not trusting that

i really had a gun to my back

i really had to take my sh*t back

i stand on ten i never bend or snap

i’m five foot five but i will attack
i know my n*gga mikey got my 6

the m16 really 7 pounds

got 8 bags in from outta town

my gas 93 your gas is brown

it’s okay tho you got the cheapest pound

you can make 16 if you really bout it

have you ever actually been up for days

hallucinating driving to a play

see my mama beside me it was crazy

really drove off of acid in the rain

my man in the passenger merging with my brain

the psychedelics really made my world change

my man told me he was trippin when he met me
most of the time we was first gettin fried he was geeked up off a 3.5 !

you ever been so high you can’t close ya eyes

you ever really went primal when you think you boutta die

don’t cross me i’ll get that look in my eye

i grit my t**th n i cut off the lights

when i was a child i really thought about homicide

the cops really pulled up i really had to hide

i’m in the woods in the dark but i’m not afraid

i hear voices even on a normal day

listen to skinwalker story’s to go to sleep

leave my window open and i’m on top of the sheets

i have night terrors so i stay up

my imagination is terrifying

mg n*gga vouch for me h*ll stop me when i’m lying

i really sell dope before the sun rises

im always up just ring my phone

if you can’t reach me leave a message at the tone

my man redacted got a glock that’s two tone

my n*gga swipa don’t swipe clones

my n*gga enzo got a rifle wit a scope

fully legal 556 rip thru ya throat

when goin on a l!ck you should lock the door

tell em come to the window and extend your arm

make it seem like you have no plan to harm

keep your gun pre c*cked in your other arm

another way you could do it tell em hop in the back

he don’t know ya man already in the trunk

l!ck gon think it’s sweet he’ll try to stick u up

your man pop out n hit em before he knew what was what

i lowkey hate iphone x and up

i miss the b*tton you could unlock wit one touch

it don’t matter every crashout n*gga really a punk

they gon tuck they tail when the smoke is up

no n*gga really thinks they’ll ever get cuffed up

duffed up body f*cked up

when you taste blood you’ll turn to a different n*gga

it’s your choice if you turn b*tch or you go berserk

when you already been hurt you can’t be hurt

when you don’t have parents you learn to use your fists first

i’m really a cave man not a suburban nerd

really use my feet to push the work

yabba dabba do you need a gram

you meg griffin i’m stewie n*gga

really got time machines and trap b00bys n*gga

i turn your screen black like a movie n*gga

you in 2d im in imax

i really love saran wrap

popcorn is not a d*mn snack

i got dreadlocks like i’m cinnamon jack

i’m not mr robot but i really hack

i keep a axe like a lumberjack

you use the axe on your pale ass

i bet your b*tch think you smell like ass

i bet the n*gga think he smell like shaq

old spice is made outta trash

i hate cheap sh*t it gives me a rash

that’s how you know i’m not born to be poor

when i was born my mom was really poor

woke up one day couldn’t take it any more

walked out the door and went to the store

stole what i wanted and stole some more

i’ll burn a bridge faster than closing drawers

i’m really banned from some clothing stores

sometimes i don’t wanna trap no more

when i feel like that i count my money up

if i don’t have what i want i get a bad feeling

i got ptsd from seeing sp*ckle ceilings

i used to sleep in abandoned buildings

i really f*cked my b*tch in an abandoned building

all consensual we just some freaky n*ggas

i scare myself sometimes swear i’m creepy n*gga

i roll off molly wit a white girl and chew up her polaroid pictures

i’m really a lightweight when it comes to liquor

one cup of red wine get me in the mood

either to rob a n*gga or to f*ck a dude

when i was young i had a sassy attitude

still would stab a n*gga if he stole my food

my father never treated me with respect

told me when he had me he had regrets

he didn’t show up when i was born

so when i was able to walk i tried to stab him in the neck

i’m really f*cked up deep in the head

get it from my father and his dad that left

i never had support so i turned to theft

selling drugs and coping with s*x

sometimes i choose not to eat when i’m stressed

easier to think when you’re focused on the hunger

really buy pounds and don’t think about food

i’ll only eat after i sell to you

when you up for days with nothing inside your stomach you really don’t tolerate any bullsh*t

clock in to your shift angry as sh*t

eat a sandwich then your entire moodlll shift

when i was a boy i was in summer camp

a white girl had a mood ring cross necklace

she said when she put it on it turned pink

i put it on it started to sting

it turned black before it turned bright red

i knew i was a demon cuz it didn’t burn my flesh

every girlfriend ive ever had

has said that they thought i was a demon

i’m not proud of that it honestly hurts my feelings

when i’m just being myself and i can tell they fear me

i’m a different person when i get mad

used to pop mood stabilizers when i lost my grasp

but never once have i raised my hand on purpose

that’s the difference between a n*gga like me and a n*gga like my dad

it’s a lot on my mind some things i can’t say

i really think a lot of n*ggas i met were actually g*y

can’t name drop i’ll have opps for days

i really had to beat a n*gga ass over michael jays

i used to not even have a microwave

now i throw my blunt in the microwave

i got so high i don’t remember my name

sometimes i touch my face can’t feel my face

look in the mirror not a thing displaced

except i can’t see my body’s shape

i’m scared as f*ck think i’m goin crazy

then i woke up sweating screaming like a baby

you ever made a woman get up and sleep on the floor

because she didn’t like how clingy you are

if you date me you can tell i don’t have a mom

i’ve held more guns than been held by my fathers arms

my whole family estranged all i have are my friends

i’m tryna find the means to an end

sometimes i don’t mean what i said

i’m sorry for the things that i said

but i stand on everything that i said

real bad paranoia f*ckin wit my head

i’m so geeked up but i’m so depressed

got gray hairs cuz of all the stress

cross hairs are white like the hair on my head

this beat so long i gotta go to bed

the bags under my eyes gettin heavy

but i got some coffee so i’m stayin up like mordecai and rigby

i really like the show adventure time

got my glock on my hip it’s adventure time

i named my glock jake

the other glock alternate it’s name is cake

if i had a dog i’d name it panini

because my hamsters name is chowder

my hamster weighs 5 grams

zero the scale with my hamster and short your pound 5 grams

use the 5 grams to roll a backwood

n*ggas really tell me i’m goated with the woods

i smoke so much weed that i have to be good

i’m gassy as f*ck when i’m smokin the wood

cuz i don’t feed myself properly

i really broke in to several properties

take all the valuables and leave very proud of me

i have to be my own cheerleader

i been alone my entire life

i really sold vanilla ice

i really sold percs before

i really sold i shirt i stole from the store

there’s a common theme whej it comes to my life

the theme of my life story is money

moral of the story i’ve always been hungry

when you grow up poor you’re pr*ne to an eating disorder

now i got so much money im eating this order

if worked for doordash i would eat your order

i really put tape on four quarters

put it in the vending machine and get it back

learned that trick from street dreams

rob dyrdek influenced me more than my dad

i feel like bam margera and britney spears

i’ve been trapped in the dope industry for years

i really stopped mid play to shed some tears

cuz my mother told me her roommate assaulted her

i wish i was there to get that lady off of her

my mother too sweet i gotta get a glock for her

the difference between me and the majority

when things don’t go my way it motivates me

i’m selfish as f*ck my whole family hate me

really can’t control my thoughts i’m genuinely crazy

my father put his family before me

his rapist grandson gets prince treatment

he ran away from rehab 6 times

my daddy dishing bread out every time

life and death is a venn diagram

i’m limboing in the f*ckin middle

then i break the border and run around outside

off the dmt i’m higher than high

i value my life but don’t value my life

i do some things that i know they ain’t right

i was by myself first time i flew a kite

i was by myself first time i rode a bike

i was by myself first time i boardslide

that’s another consistency in my life

the consistency of this weed is divine

99 for a 3.5

that’s what i’m selling it for not how much i pay when i buy

my man ish got shot 12 times

bullets really don’t discriminate

i really relate to the movie manic

n*ggas really ain’t sh*t it perplexes me dammit

i know some n*ggas that can’t make a sandwich

i know some n*ggas wit sh*t in they drawals

and they wear the dookie garments every day

when i gotta sh*t i take my ass home

you n*ggas sh*ttin on public toilets

when you really worked at a gas station you don’t use the bathroom at gas stations

i smoked cigarettes before 18

and i wonder why my body feel like this

i hate when i tell a b*tch to quit nic and they don’t listen cuz they dumb as sh*t

no shade tho every vice is the same

everyone in the world just wanna escape

at the church cookout i never asked for a plate

the paster was f*ckin them big booty lady’s

not washing his hands and flipping them burgers

i really had cocaine in my face

white lines all i see like a instagram border

i don’t talk to police and don’t talk to reporters

some n*ggas i’ve trusted have really crossed borders

all of my homies got mental disorders

we curate profiles we not really normal

i cooked some edibles in a george foreman

eat the edibles my sh*t genuinely green

some sh*t i’ve said was genuinely mean

jade beam on the glock genuinely green

never lace my sh*t is genuinely weed

n*ggas i serve to can actually trust me

your plug can’t actually say the same

got mushroom pills act weed and yay

i pull up smiling custys like yay

i don’t know how i’m still goin

i didn’t even write this song with a beat

right now i’m chilling on top my sheets

it’s a skinwalker walking in the street

i’m tweakin got hit the dispensary and get some real runtz

link wit aaliyah smoke some carts n we’ll get real stuck

or link wit kas take some eddie’s and get real nuts

wake up in the hospital like d*mn we musta got real f*cked up

i smoke real gas inside of real blunts

not no hemp wrap

not no funnel guts

b*tt naked all da way

unless i’m in the mood for spliff

roll it up l!ck it closed pack it take a hit

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