QT Tha Label - NO SLACKIN (feat. Jae.P, Young Moeses & Phat Majik)

No slacker
Certified mic snapper
Mayfield on the beat
And this bitch a slapper
I just paid my tithes
They think God a trapper
Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor
I ain't got no time
Want my pockets fatter
I can see it in his face
Boy you just a capper
Fuck the fame
I am the top
I ain't use the ladder
They gone step on hands
You gone climb or splatter
Running this shit
I'm just feeling the feeling
Couple of bitches inside of the coupe
Counting a bag of some benjis
Keep me some hittas inside of the booth
Just in case niggas is dizzy
Mettle my business
Cause business is business
All of my niggas resilient
Mettle
No slacker
Certified mic snapper
Mayfield on the beat
And this bitch a slapper
I just paid my tithes
They think God a trapper
Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor
God believe me
I am achieving
Just not a open book
Can't get by off looks
Step in and popping with crooks
I know what I want
Can't tell no lies
High maintenance
I tell you I'm fried
Fly over head
Can't tell on my guys
Ooh woo woo
When I tell you
I'm su wu wu
Can't step without my iron
Got my family
I pay my tithes
Praise my God every time I slide
They challenge me
I just know where yo standards be
I ain't gone hide
I'm in the town
On my side
Yea that's big
Big ol five
4Way
No slacker
Certified mic snapper
Mayfield on the beat
And this bitch a slapper
I just paid my tithes
They think God a trapper
Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor
Yep
Saint Label
Straight off the scale with it
I got yo bitch spreading her legs like long division
The beat playing
And I hit it when bass hit it
This shit a motion picture
You'll never guess the ending
Brand new pack let's smoke
Pull it out the duffel bag
Brand new shirt VLone
I told em ain't no turning back
If that boy can't get it off
Don't let him in the trap
And if that boy ain't going in
Then why he even rap
No slacker
Certified mic snapper
Mayfield on the beat
And this bitch a slapper
I just paid my tithes
They think God a trapper
Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor
Lately I been waking up
Like 4 am
Lotta blunts
Lotta smoke to clear
Lotta real sitting in the mirror
Bad bitch counting up the mil
The I hit the road
No time to kill
Only check the road when the check clear
Then give em' the message out every year
Project Prophet he gone make it clear
The first lesson
Keep a clip in ya pocket
Cause in the booth
Imma pull like I'm wildin
Stay switching my flows
Like my clothes he styling
Sip the bottle everyday like I'm childish
Came from the cotton
That lean in my wallet
Trying not to whip
Worth a hundred deposits
Couple chains break my neck when I'm walking
And still packing
Ain't no slacking too often
No slacker
Certified mic snapper
Mayfield on the beat
And this bitch a slapper
I just paid my tithes
They think God a trapper
Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor

Written by:
Demarquez Grissom, Jace Porter, Maurice Smith, Quenton Harper

Publisher:
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