Slim Noble Lyrics

Not gonna lie bro, um,

Stop arguing with people on the fucking internet,

And drop some fucking music, you dickhead

Yo, listen

Me and Connor Hopkins like Ghost and Tommy

It was year 12 when they called me a commie

And in year 9 when I started selling komi

If you saw me in Accra

Then you know komi

Speaking grub

Learnt how to dish,

Fed the faction, can't trust a man

Who bakes, won't leave behind a fraction

You man persist

With your quests

To sell captions,

Ain't my day job, my brother

This is my passion

I never came from the butter, (nah nah)

Head far gone from the gutter,

4-1 still watching me stutter

Glass ceiling dust, I broke all the shutters

I never came from the butter, (nah nah)

My head far gone from the gutter,

4-1 still watching me stutter

Glass ceiling dust, I broke all the shutters

Charge, I'm the last one left,

Skill unmatched, I'm way too deft,

Splitting souls in two, leave your spirit cleft

The one, the one you never face on hard mode (swear down)

Up, up, down, down, left, right, my cheat code

I'm left unopposed, my spirit posed, stand aside for my free throw,

I take my loss fast and win slow

Through loss, you see that I gained more,

Got direction and control, blast like a claymore

Got two hands when I swing like a claymore,

Got two hands to the ground when I pray more

My brother's smile gave me the powers that I needed,

Led the charge, nah bro, I never yielded

Speaking code and prose, no hesitation,

I stand to serve the people in the nation

Diary of a bad man, yo, story of a sad man,

State see me like fodder,

The man who done Van Damme (that's rough)

If he ain't your boy, don't call him Jefe

Never spoken like that but now I'm your ese

Took a hiatus for the sake of the game,

I'm accountable, send VAT for the claim

I never came from the butter,

My head far gone from the gutter,

4-1 still watching me stutter

Glass ceiling dust, I broke all the shutters

I never came from the butter (nah nah),

My head far gone from the gutter,

4-1 still watching me stutter

Glass ceiling dust, I broke all the shutters

I never came from the butter,

My head far gone from the gutter,

4-1 still watching me stutter

Glass ceiling dust, I broke all the shutters

I never came from the butter,

My head far gone from the-

Yeah you know what

I'm saying already,

Take it away, make your little mantras

You already know what's happening