There’s a road I’d like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it’ll take you up or down
From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by
Whose motorcycle is this?
It’s a chopper baby.
Whose chopper is this?
It’s Zed’s.
Who’s Zed?
Zed’s dead baby,
Zed’s dead
This that sauce, this that dressing
Givenchy, n…. God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I’d be arrested (Tru)
Pour me a four and another, I love it
Sip, sip, sip, uh
It’s me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gon’ take your bitch
We already got five, we was gon’ make her six
I didn’t eat today, but I took the Perc
And I prayed to God, it won’t make me sick
Wake up baby, comatose
Wake up baby, vamonos
Sleeping like we on an island somewhere in Galapagos
Its lonely at the top we hold hands, Geronimo
100% cotton oxymoron, oxycontin
Iced out watch (ice) ridin’ round, ten o’clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’clock (three)
Four o’clock (four) five o’clock, six o’clock (five)
I’m gon’ pop, if I don’t, I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks) big bales, big arms
Tommy gun (prr), come out and play, let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales) fish scale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice) ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called) tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt) pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
In my shoes, just to see what it’s like to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Been on my grind, taking what’s mine, I got my eyes on the throne
I’mma be fine, no matter the time, we all go along with the show
Every Morning there’s a heartache hanging
From the corner of my girlfriend’s four-post bed
I know it’s not mine and I know she thinks she loves me
But I never can believe what she said
I won’t back down
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
I won’t back down
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son
Listen, man, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
And have a man-bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, “Woo!”
So before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (“Slim, you’re old”)—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I’m 45 and I’m still outselling you
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let’s talk about somethin’ I don’t really do
Go in someone’s daughter’s mouth stealin’ food
But you’re a fuckin’ mole hill
Now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin’ like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain’t a bow and arrow
Say you’ll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin’ lead (brrt)
Playin’ dead, that’s the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck’s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I’m takin’ a shit in ’em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
“Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery,” oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me, lil’ goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the wack me, it’s funny but so true
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin’ beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin’ millions for security a year
“I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin’ at the mic
You’re sober and bored, huh? (I know)
’bout to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin ’bout “I’ma call up Trick Trick”
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin’ I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you’re the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin’ dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do
It’s been raining all night
Good times, good times
There’s gonna be good times, good times
I know there’s gonna be-
Work every day ’til me meet ends
Haffi tun it up pon weekends
Buss a toast, be a real friend
Tell me weh yuh drinking, cah
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the Fountain of Youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads: “Don’t cry, stay tuned.”
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven’s as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherf…..’ afterlife
Rest in paradise
‘Nother backend, I’m back on the road
Flooded Patek, paid off a show
Drippin’ this rare, more this Vlone
Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone
Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons
Drop eight in a two, and let it dissolve
Balmain my denim, young Gun wanna ball
Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog
My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid
Ten K this year for Coachella, it’s lit
Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig
Open Ceremony, left them in a trench
Lightning bolt diamonds ’cause I want revenge
We straight like a line man, I really got rich
Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss
Don’t get it confused, I’m still bangin’ the six
New Cartier, Gunna a don
N….. tryna soak up the drip like a sponge
Hate just contagious, I keep me a gun
I’m focused on makin’ that M in a month
Baby order twenty thousand in ones
Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much
Red on the bottom, you need to catch up
Consistently droppin’, I need me a dub
I wanna turn up the loft
I want strawberries with Voss
I want a Gucci hat
I wonder why these n….. rap
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I”ma get it (Skr Skr)
I wanna ratchet lil baby
I want my frames from the 80’s (Skr Skr)
I wanna rock that Rick Owens
I want The Recipe blowin
I want it so ima go get it
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
You say you never saw this comin’, well you’re not alone
Million dollar renovations to a happy home
My ex says she gave me the best years of her life
I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right
All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m all right
That I ain’t gonna die
All that I want
Is a hole in the ground
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out
You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like Rs and Vs and Os
I don’t really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Chubbs through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn’t no cameras, wasn’t no pose
Just like that one time at ‘Chella
Good thing man weren’t pullin’ out phones
Young Sheck Wes, I’m like the f….. Green Goblin
So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears
And then she tell me and I be all ears
And then I go and tell my people and they already know him
And then I call Liz and she say he comin’ over
I say, “Good girl, just remember what I told ya”
She gave me the salute, I say, “Girl, you’re a soldier”
We’re waitin’ outside, watch him pull up
Walk up to the door and right before he knock
She open the door naked, she left it unlocked
They started French kissin’ so he didn’t see moi
And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch
Music up loud with his head in the clouds
Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss a n…. off, put a gun to his frown
N…., turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around
I ain’t here to f… around, caught you wit’ your pants down
You know what it is, put your f….. hands up
Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down
And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her
She a good actress and you a dead actor
You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after
If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh
Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
Place your love on all my pain
How you mince my heart oh darling
Everything I’ve done you knew you known
I ain’t really never had a home
Damn I really hate feeling alone
Maybe you can make me feel at home, baby
2 AM, my mind’s on us
All my friends out to the club
Saw you there, they said you’re numb
Numb to the pain, oh how you changed
It’s not ’bout the girls, it’s not ’bout the fame
Blowin’ the clouds, tonight it will rain
You havin’ fun, this isn’t a game, oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m living in that 21st Century, doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
Biblical sky speckled with flame
Do you hold your mother’s eyes
From wetting the earth?
From weeping for those
Who reward fame to absolutes of war?
Or for heroic myths
Provided to children
Married into ferocity?
They instead witness themselves
All in your mind with fears that would come true
The back of my mind, the back of my mind was you
Wishing that I could blind myself from view
And only have eyes, and only have eyes for you
Cause every time I make a move they be sweating me
They want another black man in penitentiary
It’s even hard for that man standing next to me
Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me
It’s like every step bring me close to destiny
And every breath I get closer to the death of me
I’m just tryna carry out my own legacy
But the place I call home ain’t letting me
‘Til you own your own you can’t be free
‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me
How we still slaves in 2016?
Key to life, keep a bag comin’
Every night another bag comin’
I ain’t been asleep since ’96
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
Whole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the name
You ain’t got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin’ it like it’s fresh out the pan
Only when I’m takin’ pics, I’m the middleman
And then I’ll write you a song
You might hear it on the radio
Baby, you never know
But it’s gonna be just about you and me
How much I miss you
You’re the one that got away
You’re gonna hear your song someday
I see this life
Like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
In my faces flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find
The old, but I’m not that old
Young, but I’m not that bold
And I don’t think the world is sold
I’m just doing what we’re told
I, feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
My night runs into morning, all the time
And through my phone I’m scrolling, bang my line
Off that drank it’s hard to focus (focus)
Seems like I am always chosen by romantics that are hopeless