Not Slippin ft. Jails The Grouch Lyrics

A hundred syllables sicker than all you half assed rappers

I tried to share the bigger picture but they just look backwards

I tried convincing them to listen when my songs weren't banging

They tried to shit on things I spit, these critics don't crackers from biscuits

Don't rap but got an opinion

Don't trap and I know you didn't

Learn from experiences

I'm tryna preserve my position

They tryna blow in a minute, burn out in ten and they finished

Do this for shits and want gigs

No passion persistence you're gone

Where are the racks that you speaking bout when you cap in your songs

I left the trap cuz I wanted better

You wanna belong

There cuz you see drillers flexing cheddar

Don't see what goes on

When people turn their backs turn off the cameras

I'm candid and cold

No one to blame but the world

I'm only blaming myself

Hate I caused you this pain

I punish myself when I sip

I get chest pains from the syrup

I popped way too many pills

Had to refrain from a self destructive way outta my head

Hit my anxiety limit

I'm really so sick of surviving not living

I'm killing shit every time I touch a beat

And I can't take the drip off I'm walking the vision

You still undecided I made my decision

Put on for The Five in the city of Brisbane

In my whip I'm riding and spittin' out wisdom

I'm on the Southside 516 I'm not slippin' again

Watching the way you approach me cuz I don't know if you're enemy or friend

You telling me that you love me but really you fuckers prolly want me dead

Care for you but it did damage, it's always a battle but I know I'm blessed

Try to keep up or catch me ahead, but you won't cuz I'm gonna manifest a jet

Fly out

I'm with all my dawgs we ready to ride out

I got pretty Barbie bitches up at my house

They see us winning rappers prolly wanna cry now

I'm too psyched out

I tell her fly out

I need pretty Barbie bitches up at my house

I'm with all my dawgs we ready to ride out

They see us winning rappers prolly want cry now

I jus tell em' pipe down

Not slipping like DMX

Not slipping like the goat Mnops

JTGs the MVP I'm still running from the cops

Still repping for my day ones

I keep my circle small

I been down with Coxy

Since we were in primary school

Just two lads from Reynella

We some monsters, unleash the beast

I owe this collab to Jon Lupton

Rest in peace

His last words to me

Were to spit rhymes with Coxy

Waited for the right opportunity

To lay it down properly

So we did and now I'mma let it rip, like a Beyblade

Since my hey day in Reynell-A

Pumping Delta's Mayday

Hey-hey

If you ain't a day one

Fuck what you say-say

Plenty cliques in 516

When we link it's always flames mate

Fuck abbreviations no longer down with that shit

I'm just down with some good fellas

They pulled this Grouch out the bin

Burning garbage, fuck a jargon I'm just down for rhyming

I got two inches on Royce

But in the fast lane, I'm always driving

For too long I been flying

Thats why I DUI'd

Didn't think twice, no regrets

Jase got no gimmicks like Obie Trice

If you don't agree

You better listen and learn what's real

Jails The Grouch 6162 borderlands

You know the deal

If I'm shouting out brethren, then I can't forget Lariken

I'mma dip sauce in the '62 with Goobsy

That's what's happening

I'm back again

Never leaving I'm still locally known

Never slippin' just took a hiatus now I'm vocally grown

Fly out

I'm with all my dawgs we ready to ride out

I got pretty Barbie bitches up at my house

They see us winning rappers prolly wanna cry now

I'm too psyched out

I tell her fly out

I need pretty Barbie bitches up at my house

I'm with all my dawgs we ready to ride out

They see us winning rappers prolly want cry now

I jus tell em' pipe down