Bad memories can't hold me back, leeches had to get them off

Fucked up plenty bags, I had to learn that you can't get em all

I wanna show my hand, but I just knowin, they gone take my out (Bitch I'm King Slime)

Shit, I been sittin', tryna wait it out

But I ain't blow yet, starting to think my chances slim up in this shit

So now it's over, I ain't no cappin' ass, rappin' ass

****, Oct gone blow some, back off thugin in them trenches

With my young ****, they on that

One call to get you spent, we pull up strikers, tryna blow shit

Put my all into this shit, I'm about raw as it can get

Have you ever hit the block, the sale some hard, or hit a lick

Been takin' losses, Buchu problems, gotta solve that shit again

But it ain't nothin' to it, boss, watch how I shake it off

Pardon me, them folk done started me

I was sixteen with a bag, damn near a dub on Tarboro street

Wrecked the Beamer, Coped the Benz, can't name no ****, raw a ****

Pop my gun like every time, can't, nobody got off on me

If it ain't my turn, I'm finna take a turn, I'm tired of waiting

Only time I wrote was for my music never wrote no statements

Same day that G4 died, I was just with him, that shit crazy

Steady asking God why, I don't know why the fuck I can't stay with him (WTF)

You can run, but you can't hide for long, I know some great ****

I don't go nowhere without my 40, I don't take risks

Hop out broad day with chop stick just like Arabians

JB, that's my youngin that's slight off, so don't even play with him

I can give them to you, I can't move for less than 850

Nailed his bitch, then send her right back home just to lay with him

Copped the 250, I wish I could drop the roof in it

And they know we shoot ****, shit, we shooting go straight through **** let's ride let's ride let's ride

Bad memories can't hold me back, leeches had to get them off

Fucked up plenty bags, I had to learn that you can't get em all

I wanna show my hand, but I just knowin, they gone take my out (Bitch I'm King Slime)

Shit, I been sittin', tryin' to wait it out

But I ain't blow yet, starting to think my chances slim up in this shit

So now it's over, I ain't no cappin' ass, rappin' ass

****, Oct gone blow some, back off thuggin in them trenches

With my young ****, they on that, one call a get you spent

We pull up, strikers tryna blow shit