Slim - WBH Lyrics

Yeah
Look
Yo, what’s been happening?
I ain’t really had the time
I’m getting things patterned
I’ve been busy making drinks, but I don’t drink Magnums
I’ve been working on myself
You see, I’ve been branding
Life’s all about businesses and expanding
Yeah, it’s either ledge patterns or it’s bricks landing
Yeah, the trap and the rap, it’s a mismatch thing
I’ve been weighing out my options, but they’ve been balanced
See, when S went jail for the kidnapping
I was shutting nines for 11 like Bin Laden
Looking back, I made money that I mismanaged
Then I did so much time that it did damage
I don’t smoke, but bro does, but that’s his habit
See, we used to share cats, but that was his addict
To me, not going jail was just a big challenge
That’s why they say I’m going mad if I quit rapping
You got to do this on your own
They won’t bring man in
That’s why I had them phones wilding like Nick Cannon
Sometimes I feel to go and put my SIM back in
Remind myself that I still have it
Remind myself that I still got it
Yeah, just to show them that I’m still on it
I show ’em how to make some real profit
Put money in the pot and not steal from it

Yo, you ain’t ever had a banging phone and had to let it go
Really stepped on the snow
The man them call me Eskimo
When I backed all the plug, name a spot I didn’t go
Conversating with you, bro, I need a milli off these roads
All this money ain’t changed me
Trap going crazy
Whipping up the white, I call that shit reverse slave whip
The way my code sells, I should’ve grew up in the ’80s
Longevity is everything
That’s why I ain’t lazy
When your rap rock bottom, you see people change
I paid racks to my lawyer, fuck a legal aid
Late nights in the T, I didn’t sleep for days
I had flake on my flicky, had to clean my blade
I could’ve got life for the shit that I’ve done
From a kid, all I ever wanted was a clean run
You don’t know about tagging till your fingers go numb
I pressed the tear on the scale on the way I put some
All these squares on the table like Monopoly
My phone’s been popping
G, I turned a home visit to a robbery
Ran off with the pack and that’s the reason why it got to me
At 18, I put 20 bags down on property
Running up a check, all my n****s young bosses
These last 6 months, I ain’t took no losses
Try to pack for the profit, double up when I lock it
Fiends on the block, I turned junction to a mosh pit

I was focused on Slim, trying to better myself
No runner on the phone, I’mma sell it myself
Get rich or die trying’s what I’m telling myself
Look around, hard times, you’re only left with yourself
If you don’t put in work, then you get left on a shelf
I ain’t stepped in the bookies, but I’m betting on myself
All them nights that I slept in myself
I should probably feel bad how I stressed out my girl
Nowadays, different cities, different months
It’s tough love, at least I’m showing the love
He’s on a run, so I ain’t posting him up
You go broke if you focus on love
You know money, yeah, it goes and it comes
I make a play, then I’m going on a run
I don’t smoke, but bro’s rolling it up
If bro’s low, then I’m holding him up