Son Slash Murda Outtro Lyrics

It's on me, I had that kid in my sights, close enough to take off his Kangol and half his dome with it

Couldn't squeeze the trigger, couldn't do it, man

Why not

Wasn't in me, I guess

You know, whatever it is in you, that let you flow like you flow

And do that thing

It ain't in me no mo'

Yo, Slash said I'm the best rapper in the hood, bro

He meant that shit, too. After him, of course

Jordan Block, we don't fight fair

Numb our ills with some Nike Airs

Dinners out in Montclair

And I never owned a Moncler

I know Surf schemed that but fuck it he owe me some raps

And fuck a heartbreak, you ever buy coke and it ain't come back

10 bands down the drain, that's expensive pain

So when they play that Meek joint, me and you don't feel the same

I still remember watching Scooby skin poppin' looking for veins

I can't think about my losses, it's all a part of the game

Jumped off the porch late, think Ace at the cleaners

10th grade rolled around, I was trappin' out of Tina's

Never made it with rap shit, never sold out no arenas

But went platinum on my block, I sold out with the steamers

Growing up my role models was the pushers and the schemers

Shit I learned from Dr. King, they'll kill you if you a dreamer

I could water whip, I can't walk on water, I ain't Jesus

Lord forgive me for my sins, I been fightin' with my demons

And I'm losing, and I'm losing

These youngins nowadays, they ain't fighting, they just shooting

But we show these little niggas the way, it's no excuses

Sometimes I sit back and reminisce

Days we was selling nicks

Ari with the seeds and sticks

My day ones remember this

I used to go to Harlem on the A train

And hustle all night till the day came

I used to play the block like I ain't have a home

We chirped when we spoke on phones

One ain't the loneliest number, you better off alone

I wish I knew that as a jit

Most these niggas bitch

I don't got friends, I got brothers, I'm trying to get us rich

This is for them hustlers selling dimes and never touched a brick

This is for them kids in the trap that never took a trip

Jordan Block nigga

Aight, so you done soldiering, but you ain't done

We could use you for what you got in your head

We could put you in a corner, you could be inside

Nah man, I ain't making myself clear the game ain't in me no more

None of it

But you ain't done shit else

You know what I'm saying? So what you gonna do

I don't know

But it can't be this

Aight then. We straight

B, he was a man in his time, you know

He a man today

He a man