A song made by Slimy Talkerdoo
A song made by Slimy Talkerdoo
Yeah, yeah
It's that real hip-hop, no cap
Pulled up to the scene, fresh kicks on my feet
Got the city on my back, bringing heat to the street
From the bottom to the top, yeah I earned every stripe
They been sleeping on the kid, now I'm keeping them up at night (skrrt)
Counting blessings not losses, yeah the hustle's my religion
Vision tunnel sharp, I'm locked in on the mission
They talk but don't walk it, I'm the proof in the pudding
Started from the concrete, now my whole crew looking good and (uh)
This that hip-hop version, straight from the core
Bars hit different when you're hungry for more
This that hip-hop version, authentic and raw
Keep it real, that's the only rule, that's the law (let's go)
No handouts, just work, put the time in the booth
Spitting nothing but facts, yeah I'm serving the truth
They want the fame without pain, but it don't work like that
I'm building empires while they're chasing the plaques (sheesh)
Flow colder than December, bars hotter than July
Stay humble, stay grinding, that's the code that I live by
Got the city saying "yeah," when they hear me on the track
This that classic hip-hop energy, bringing the culture back (gang)
This that hip-hop version, straight from the core
Bars hit different when you're hungry for more
This that hip-hop version, authentic and raw
Keep it real, that's the only rule, that's the law
Hip-hop forever, yeah
This the realest version, no cap