93 Degrees

By Slyte

On SL¥TE OF MIND

Released on January 15, 2016

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[Verse 1: SL¥TE]

Fuck a trend

But, here I go giving in again

I'm real like that, I'm real life rap

With a blend of the Backhouse sin with the gin

So, fuck a friend

But, Can't forget where you come from

Never let what you done run, yo life

Make something right out the strife

Shit cause, I done been down yo street

With red eyes, a little bit of homies

With .45's, a lot of bit of O.E

With dead lies, so them niggas never told me

Showed me how yo tale is so damn different from yo stare

I fuckin' peep you weak, I hope my lowly scope will cross ya hairs

Dot my i's and then I hope you fuckin' die right in yo chair

Be it from spite or from a gunfight, I never fuckin' cared

Lend me yo ear, or ya starve nigga, made it fuckin' clear

Yeah we here, yeah we here

And we ain't goin' nowhere, Back House nigga 'til I show fear

Oh yeah


[Chorus: Seno]

Back House Mob, separate from fraud

Don't be actin' like a broad unless you ready for them gods, bitch

Mind over matter, disregard the chatter

Bass gets to kickin', then them windows start to shatter

Hold up


[Verse 2: Seno]

Now I apologize for these rhymes that I spit

No lie, I was drunk and high when I wrote this shit

But niggas turned heads when a nigga spoke and shit

So I kept goin', holdin' shit down, then I came up

I was laughin' when that pussy nigga gave up

Cause Seno been known for the snappin', trappin', cappin'

Et cetera, et cetera

I'm that nigga headed for

Everything that y'all boys wished that you had

But never been man enough to reach up and grab

It's so sad, but never mind that

I'ma still act a ass when I stunt up in the club

With two bad bitches that's draped in gold

Seno been young, but that nigga still old

Tell 'em

(I'm on fire mane! They better leave me alone! He on fire!)

(Who that is)

What, you deaf nigga? You ain't never heard about Stef nigga?

That chico with a few screws loose, a fifth of the Goose, and a deuce deuce

Got ya bitch tip toeing through the Backhouse, tits showing

Rollin' up loud right next to the line of the cocaine

Back up, Back up, nigga where the game that you fuck niggas proclaim

Never had ties to the hoe, we know mane

Fuck around and take yo hoe, mane

And give that bitch two flavors, me and my dog gon' cut that up like a razor

Don't be fooled by the nigga in a blazer, tool right under his naval

Nah, y'all don't wanna see this anger

Nah, y'all don't wanna see this anger

Nah, tell 'em


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: SL¥TE]

Never seen a young nigga do his shit?

Well now ya do, I'm fuckin' throwin' a fit

Bitch, I'm hungry, and ain't shit in the fridge

Get the water out the tap or fuckin' swallow ya spit

Bitch, I'm ornery, and you don't know 'bout me

Get the fuck up out my face or you'll be callin' police

I speak the peace like Martin Luther King, but

To tell the truth, I ain't have that dream

It was me, and big Seno cookin' heat

And I don't care what ya heard, it was heat

And yea we know it was free, to tell the truth I ain't have that cheese

But it was me, every letter down to a "T"

So hear me, but u never could feel me

Never wanted u ta fear me, u can hit me like Siri

Tell me where ya mind at, I can hear ya like Simsimi

But I don't think you ready for the paper, ya sim simma

Ya too hot, money come around ya, it burn quicker

And I don't think I'm ready for that

I had ta learn nigga

I had ta learn niggas

They was too damn slick, I had ta perm niggas

I was too straight up, I had ta curve niggas

Yea, just like you, I had ta earn nigga

Turn ya favorite rapper ta ash

I urn niggas

(It's goin' down. Every time we do it, everything

Screwed Up.)


[Chorus]