Slate Lyrics

I ain't home, listen up

Lyrical tyrant, the rhyme and the young Adonis

Killin' his rappers infectious till you see the silence

Fuck a freestyle, I make hits, nothing but holla

Life was givin' me lemons, the flow is sour

Money, that pussy, chasin' patients, that's hypothetical

I don't keep on drippin' the sauce, I'm so invaded

All that bling, she takin' it hard, that's so pathetic

Donna kinda started it all, it's up a little

Taste of Donna playin' with God, it's up a little

Nigga came back from the dead, I'm Machiavelli

Shawty tryna fuck on the stars, she know I'm ready

So I go right where I'm raisin' this bar, I'm head on heavy

I put my dick in her face with the balls, I'm told to shave it out

Donna steady playin' this bar, I'm cornered lately

Madonna kinda focused, we all, and I'm breakin' it all

Just breakin' it all, bitch, I feel like Noah

And I'm buildin' the wall, stupid lil' bitch

I gave her my heart, witchin' on my limits

Then I'm breakin' the wall, bitch, I know the way

I tried to follow the stars, said I'm trippin

With the aim and I'm not missin' my wall

They made me mad, then I asked her, fuck that bitch

I'm molested, I took a kid to the creche

I bet she want it, she text me, I fuck that bitch like Caressa

My nigga down in the slammer, killin' all these rappers

That's my regular fetish

I ain't worried about the rest, and I'm the best in the South

I got money on my mind, I hardly ever touch the pen

I was hopin' with the raps, with the bars for the facts

Drop the bars for the facts, like these niggas got texts

From the states, I'm on they necks, puff puff, get high

They pump up, they ain't lie, I pump pill

Got addictions and my brother die

Driftin' in and out the other side

Who I am, I'm tryin' to find out

Lookin' at the world fly

Ayy, bitch, I'm a monster

Shit too deep, like four six niggas

Killin' these ghosts, they try to slaughter the chickens

Bitch ass niggas

What the fuck am I thinkin'

Why I fish in the well

I wasn't playin' in the fair

This shit too plain

How the fuck can I quit

And these niggas no leaders

With a little ambition

You niggas thought I'm not finishin

I'm all in the ether, said it's all in my wreaths

But I got somethin' to gain

No matter what the condition

Donna push and then push

I step on niggas and splint

Mother shit, they buy me and it's finna

I turn these rappers to the tenor

I turn these rappers to the tenor