Slim - 23.1 lyrics

[Intro: Miike Snow / Conversation with G] Slim: "Free my n*gga G" Reached the city steps tonight Following the power-lines Met a man bar-side With eclipses for eyes [Verse 1: Slim] She opens he mouth with the pa**ion to please My n***as say pa** her to me I'm drunk and I'm high don't pa** me the keys Went half on the weed and half on lean Half black half white, but I'm not no pig though Get money, my n***as say ditto I been smoking indo, since I was a kiddo n***as got pounds, tell me what they hit fo Run up in yo hood with the clips up n***a Turn a broad day outside to a strip club n***a Hit you so many time with a big truck n***a Cops come and they can't pick up n***as Lay low me and juan pedro Chasing these pesos bangers we make those Got hits n***a don't tell it to me f** the whole world Thelma, Louise Pray to god that I make it home Aiming my gun with the safety off Throw me in a box can't make me talk I probably die before I let a b**h break my heart I ain't asking sh**. Walk up in the party and I'm blasting sh** I want everything f** half the sh** Shine on, I'm a diamond sitting by rhinestones My n***a g told me that, can't na'an n***a out here hold me back He say my sh**s getting better and better man So high but a n***a can't levitate Now im in the position to provide my close friends with better days G took the wrap for a n***a So im out rapping n***as To come back for my n***a [Hook: Miike Snow] Reached the city steps tonight Following the power-lines Met a man bar-side With eclipses for eyes [Verse 2: Slim] This is bigger than rap n***a, this is powerful art Talk a n***a straight out of his art I can't tell these cowards apart He can't tell those hours apart 23 in a cell 1 on the yard I pray for the n***a every now and than Don't let them n***as in the box tell you how to live I'd never take advice from those n***as Heaven and Hell, don't mesh with them well I'm f**ing Lekel. He's stuck in a cell Spending money on d** so high that a n***a can't feel his face It's a god damn shame I could spend the same money to appeal his case Ground up, that's real estate I remember when my plate was empty But when you hungry bro you can't be picky I see little people I dream big I'm only MVP if my teams wins I see dumb n***as, Cleveland If she can climb through the window she can sneak in Love is sacrifice, Thanks to that n***a I didn't lose half of my life He's locked up and I'm stressed out These lonely nights in my bedroom It's all good, in reality we'll all be dead soon I sip up my n***a hitting sit-ups Im rolling kush up my n***a doing push ups I answer whenever he call me If I eat, we all eat Slim [Hook: Miike Snow] Reach the city steps tonight Following the power-lines Met a man bar-side With eclipses for eyes [Outro: Phone conversation with G]