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Chill-e Sliphop Jun 2020
This energy, blasphemy, how I feel sometimes/
This nightshade I eat, criples my fuccn mind/
They flood our minds, ears, eyes, all our senses ta ****/
Then question why we high, hollin **** a d!ck/
Society speaks, we weak, n always listenin/
Flashbacks a warm blood glistenin, while it’s tricklin/
In my free time, ski mask, that was my me time/
.40s lodged in brick walls, ricochetin off street signs/
I need that rewind/
Humanity, on a decline/
Skated by on project capers, dubs, nics n dimes.

Committed crooked crimes like drunk n!ggas on straight lines/
Crack behind the glovebox, speedin, duckin one-time/
You’ll never know real, slim, till real see you/
You might ****t ya pants, slim, seein real n!ggas bleed through/
Blood, Loc, Folk, we all strivin for hope/
LK, Azteca, Trece/
Que rollo to my folks/
Chill-e Sliphop Jun 2020
I grew up slow
F_cked up fast as hell
Used to see my daddy
Tuck his nine inside his waist belt
At 13 its swell, running from 12
On this crazy road a life
I fell straight up out my seat belt
Drinking 40s and fifths, tryna dull the pain
And keep these ratchet *** thoughts from smacking my brain, Slim
Thought I was was a ****, you see
Misogynistic ego spree
A real hot head, Slim
My wife would hide the gun from me
Die on your feet
Or live on your knees, Nigg@
The only life we know a thousand degrees, my Nigg@
Chill-e Sliphop Aug 2020
*** this stress up off my back/
I lost my Lac, in fact, to the repo man/
These drug sprees is killin me like kryptonite n Superman/
I duck dodge, Bobby weave, but Whitney push my wig back/
Apparently, I can’t see, life to me like cataracts/
Ain’t no stacks, ain’t no wealth, no reparations, only tax/
Child support, credit cards, student loans, all facts/
This .40 cal gittin light as hell/
Might smack the hammer, ring my bell/
Abundance she a fickle *****/
I catch her *** I’ma **** her quick/
Quick sand our life, slim/
Struggle we fall more in/
No hope for black men/
Bear traps on our leg, slim/
So bury me n more sin/
My conscious was absent/
You could tell by our accent/
We react by snap-in/
Who is you n her ta judge/
We born in sin, you never was/
You listen ta rap ta catch a buzz/
We catchin slugs, you showin love/
So miss me wit that *******/
Life hit me wit a full clip/
Do a jig, *** TikTok rich/
Own the rights or be a slave to it/

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