| Putting it in for all my dogs who never made it home |
| Spending nights all in the booth, and I done stayed alone |
| Tryna chase a hundred million, it won’t take me long |
| When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong |
| And I don’t need nobody help, I do it by myself |
| Been taking risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt |
| Ain’t have a dollar to my name, you don’t know how I felt |
| So how the fuck could niggas judge me when you ain’t never love me? |
| Going to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me |
| Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain’t hug me |
| Sipping on a, grimy, thirsty, hungry |
| Streets were my religion, left my mama for my homies |
| And we all slide, if he offsides |
| When they caught my homie slipping, it’s like we all died |
| Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried |
| Popping percs and sipping lean, and now we all high |
| Turn me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets |
| Got me out my mind, can’t go outside without that ladder |
| I grew up in failure where your dreams will get shattered |
| Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter |
| It don’t matter |
| Lost my daddy, kindergarten I got badder |
| When I was twelve, was living in hell and lighting that gas up |
| So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up |
| Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth |
| Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I’ve been doin' dirt |
| If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church |
| Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work |
| When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide) |
| Yeah, yeah, we slide |
| We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| My codefendant said he can’t take no time |
| Said call the police like Mary J. Blidge |
| The federales picked him up, this ain’t no state time |
| I told him the safest way to talk is on the FaceTime, yeah |
| Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick |
| Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics |
| My brother down the road with a iPhone |
| Told him don’t get used to that, you know I’m gettin' him back home |
| I cry still tears and don’t know why, why |
| They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (Let it fly) |
| My mama told me let my pride stay to the side, but I had drunk it like a pint |
| I made a mistake and killed a player |
| Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause he won’t save us (Yeah) |
| They let a rat kill my neighbor |
| If I had knew you hang with them I would’ve told my dawg do me a favor |
| We slide, we slide, we slide if it’s slime |
| We slide, we both slide if it’s slime |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Sometimes I show people love so they won’t kill me (Yeah) |
| Screaming on the mic, I’m tryna make baby feel me (Yeah) |
| Crosses on my chest, baguetti fingers heal me, yeah (Heal me) |
| I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my cavities |
| Black and white phantom, made the funeral referee |
| Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah) |
| Tryna wash away my sins since I’ve been doin' dirt (Amen) |
| If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (Brr) |
| Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (Work) |
| When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide) |
| Yeah, yeah, we slide |
| We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide) |
| Yeah, yeah, we slide |