Noble Prophit - O, Slim GahDam

(Southside!)
How you want it real when you so fake
Go behind my back witta bold face
You a wife beater on a cold day, ho
Stupid
(Useless)
I need the real fuck how you feel
Not wit me Ima just hit delete
(O, Slim Gahdam)
You on Instagram I need an Oz
(O, Slim Gahdam!)
And papers
I get down with the temperature
Givin' me dap I ain't feelin' ya
You on camera I like my signature
(On what?)
On paper
I get down with the temperature
Givin' me dap I ain't feelin' ya
You on camera I like my signature
(Why?)
It's real
Down with the temperature
Givin' me dap I ain't feeling ya
You on camera I like my signature
(On what?)
On paper
I get down with the temperature
Givin' me dap I ain't feeling em
Nah
(Who?)
Na'an of 'em
Use me to get back on yo feet making you perfect for yo next nigga
What's done to me not even through witchu now he won't even sleep in bed witha
These niggas ain't me I tried to tell ya
Bitch how you look you ain't thinkin' clever
Giving ya genitalia to any fella
(Bombaye!) You don't know how it feel walking with a band aid on yo heart
And that muhfucka keep comin' off
Won't stick, gotta be from me loving y'all
More than myself
Stuck in place I don't need nobody thinkin' I'm soft when they pissin' me off
Now I can't think straight can't even talk good, I'm not using my thoughts
Bruce Banner I get cast out just for acting loud
I just show these folk how to really do it I'm a natural
Been trapped by a few bitches who would fuck God if he had a whip
Rather him than yo other nigga cause yo other nigga don't come equipped
Ion trust s*** Ion even trust myself at this point
Ion want ya bitch but she want the dick when she hear this voice
Get ended like Kennedy playin' with folk who done came from the Dirty Southeast
From the side got her hot from the back shots, the one time I turn the other cheek
I turn and I see what a buzzard eats
Way quicker than Uber eats delivery
Scavenger in a tree watchin' over me
Yo body in the street waitin' for police
Takin' over yo head runnin' over yo feet they'll take yo heart and let you bleed
God Blessed the Dead

Written by:
Alvin Cooper, Leon Brown

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