KING SLIME (Explicit)

I got a lot of dirt on my mind

Like storm weather

They wanna press ya

Don’t care about your stressors

Tryna squeeze us by design

They want the “yessir”

No room to mess up

King Slime the real oppressor

Cuz the math not running (hey)

The work unbecoming

The tracks stopped coming

And the grind now hurtin’

I said

the math not running

The work unbecoming

The tracks stopped coming

And the grind now something else

(Yeah)

Told to shut up and follow their methodology

Honestly, I know I’m better than all of them

With more cards than me (huh?)

A different prodigy

Nobody in the family comes close to going as hard as me

Laid a map to the stars, like astronomy

Graduated, a master but y’all dropped out on 3

Every once in blue moon, they tell me that yes, they gonna be

Back, they gonna drop gas, they gonna get racks

Then they ask, will Susta still be around to cover their ass?

yeah I will, tho you never did

When it started to matter, you just got up and left (goneeeee)

The relationship between my stature and work was a threat (unh)

See me painting my pictures, in it not one regret (yoooooo)

Made them really feel a certain type of way for sure

Pointing exits like you wish I would go thru them doors

*****, Sus in full control (got full control?)

Work through the overdose

King Slime gotta chill before I go and blow

Just thought that you should know

I got a lot of dirt on my mind

Like storm weather

They wanna press ya

Don’t care about your stressors

Tryna squeeze us by design

They want the “yessir”

No room to mess up

King Slime the real oppressor

But the math not running

(Make it make sense)

The work unbecoming

(This **** ain’t fun no more, bruh)

Plus the tracks stopped coming

(P Bottlenecking my time)

And the grind start hurtin’

Yeah, the grind now something else (hey!)

Cook all the beef

Blood on the mats

Don’t make a scene (nah)

Give em’ the cheese

Left holding crumbs

Then rinse, repeat (ya!)

Nurturing leads

Get me outta here

I gotta be

Bigger than ye

Pushing P

The addy go down, easy

Easy, easy

Your gun only shoots BB’s (pew, pew)

I like my suits just like my chicken

Means I need the 3-piece (Hunh?!)

Agree that I’m the next

I feel like Michael, going hee-hee

Early work complete, GG

I’m way too turnt, come see me (hey!)

The grind, the grind

The boss, King Slime

Wants you for life

They clock your time till yo’ demise

Surprise, surprise

Won’t let this fly

We’ll call the riot

It’s time to riot

Now time to riot

I ain’t the slaving type you dreams at night

I ain’t the slaving type they wanted, like

Bruh

I swear I’m over this stuff man

The constant snaking, ghosting, lying, probing

All these people have held so much power over me

Man…and for what

Nah I’m done

I'm outta here

Uh

Sus