[Intro: Slacks]

Ooh (Ooh)

Keith Sweat

I keep sweating

I keep bread and

If you really, really want it

All you gotta do is

Get up on your cash

[Verse 1: Slacks]

Love somebody before the world cracks

Trust your body, let it flow like Slacks

And the body be the title of his 33rd track

For 33 years Christ was rivaled and attacked

Because he took a loaf of bread and made it spread out in stacks

So, I've broken bread with him since I was gawking at racks

And taking bread from within stores, I’m fucking Alladin

When I feel like inbred, wonderbread, I imagine

Southern states my butter, when my blood's more Italian

I should move up North and go invest in a cabin

Or maybe out West and be the best kid rapping

I ain't going to rest until my waves get Kraken

I don’t feel love too much these days

I don't feel much, no rush these days

She don't feel nothing but a clutch these days

We don't all feel enough to give a fuck these days

[Hook: Slacks]

If you really want it, gotta hop on it

If you really on it, gotta drop sonics

If you really on it, gotta drop wax

Drop stacks, then drive back with the facts on them

(x2)

[Break: Slacks & Rumorz]

Dough boy, homie, got the bread

He ain't funny, though, he don't sweat

Don't play with money or he's going to flex

Don’t play his money beause he shoot Tec’s

Profit motive never neck-and-neck

The competition is dead and left

The opposition is never met

The proposition is debt or net

[Verse 2: Rumorz & Slacks]

When the bread rise we can finally eat

Been starving with the fam, might need me a feast

But gluttony is to wealth, like bread and yeast

Get too hungry and it leaves us all deceased

Damn, I haven't eaten in about 3 weeks

Need a paycheck to make music work at least

Do free features, consider that a treat

I’m on a roll like Hawaiian, you know I'm sweet

What money mean to me? Ha, homie, please

It's the root of all evil, it is a disease

But quick I gotta count it up at the ATM

With J. Cole money we'll see how you hate me then

Whoa, we always quick to jump on trends

If I had some dough I could make some friends

You fake it until you make it, but bro, I don’t pretend

I'm as real now as I was back then

Keep this food for thought, never leave crumbs

Count your dollars, and determine the sum

Is it worth more than your life and fun?

Or does it actually make you numb?

[Outro: Rumorz & Slacks]

To all the pain

To all the pain that your mind brings, brings