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Slick Watts - Transcend (feat. Self Savior $$) Lyrics



Slick Watts - Transcend (feat. Self Savior $$) Lyrics




Roll them joints fatter than your bitch
So I transcend the regular lines, make a switch on 'em
I know you write your own lines, I can tell nigga
Rappin' at a fifth grade level you show and tell niggas
Flip the script on 'em
Now ya gotta compete with the flow
Watch 'em fall, take your leaf autumn
Ayo freeze got'm, got a problem?
And I'll knock your bitch ass out them fruity lookin' Capri bottoms
Star-bursted all over your bitch
Contrary to what she say, ya boy ain't a sweet lick
Never sneak dis
Want beef? Shove it straight down your throat
Hope you choke, tell 'em, eat this
Folks be actin' 'round them cameras
F*ck an image nigga I burn my cannabis
High learnin' higher level y'all can't handle this
So clean but I'm dirty dirty straight scandalous
And I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I plan to be
Stack 'til I can comfortably blow racks on every week
Killin' y'all in your feelings that misunderstood my loyalty
Really 'bout makin' millions give a f*ck about the royalty
It's hip-hop's bastard son
I know he got around a lot I'm not the only one
That got that split second, disc checkin' hole in one
Show them young trap niggas how to hold a gun
The words that I spit, four-five shells
Like birds, when they fly like a bat straight outta hell
Always tryna curb the anger but might as well berserk
That's what you f*cks deserve I'll finish you like dessert
Lick the plate clean, oh you fake niggas gunna hate me
But now it's time to breath on the track Self tell 'em G

Big F on your back, that's a felony
For real, f*ck talking about it, do what the f*ck you please
Please get the f*cking cheese, cheese with the broccoli
Then we could talk philosophy, like Aristotle Socrates
Gotta move correct in other words we moving properly
Secure a lil bank and then collect a bigger property
I'm poppin', popularity is part of the stylo
Everybody that you owe be hitting me with free smoke
I been killing the game without a cheat code
Made a couple records with Kin, one of em Decode
Started making moves with the money, watch it G-O
Like I said I been winning, the score is like 3-O
Ready for the winter, we winning wearing a peacoat
Really I been up on my boogie, been on my beast mode
I'm a villain from the "Velt" and my presence felt
Play the cards I was dealt with a lil help
Take a beat up off the shelf then I grill it
No skillet, but I fry it like a piglet
Everything that come up out my mouth I know they dign'it
Otherwise, them other guys is f*cking ignant
Everything that come up out my mouth I know they dign'it
Otherwise, them other guys is f*cking ignant
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Roll them joints fatter than your bitch
So I transcend the regular lines, make a switch on 'em
I know you write your own lines, I can tell nigga
Rappin' at a fifth grade level you show and tell niggas
Flip the script on 'em
Now ya gotta compete with the flow
Watch 'em fall, take your leaf autumn
Ayo freeze got'm, got a problem?
And I'll knock your bitch ass out them fruity lookin' Capri bottoms
Star-bursted all over your bitch
Contrary to what she say, ya boy ain't a sweet lick
Never sneak dis
Want beef? Shove it straight down your throat
Hope you choke, tell 'em, eat this
Folks be actin' 'round them cameras
F*ck an image nigga I burn my cannabis
High learnin' higher level y'all can't handle this
So clean but I'm dirty dirty straight scandalous
And I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I plan to be
Stack 'til I can comfortably blow racks on every week
Killin' y'all in your feelings that misunderstood my loyalty
Really 'bout makin' millions give a f*ck about the royalty
It's hip-hop's bastard son
I know he got around a lot I'm not the only one
That got that split second, disc checkin' hole in one
Show them young trap niggas how to hold a gun
The words that I spit, four-five shells
Like birds, when they fly like a bat straight outta hell
Always tryna curb the anger but might as well berserk
That's what you f*cks deserve I'll finish you like dessert
Lick the plate clean, oh you fake niggas gunna hate me
But now it's time to breath on the track Self tell 'em G

Big F on your back, that's a felony
For real, f*ck talking about it, do what the f*ck you please
Please get the f*cking cheese, cheese with the broccoli
Then we could talk philosophy, like Aristotle Socrates
Gotta move correct in other words we moving properly
Secure a lil bank and then collect a bigger property
I'm poppin', popularity is part of the stylo
Everybody that you owe be hitting me with free smoke
I been killing the game without a cheat code
Made a couple records with Kin, one of em Decode
Started making moves with the money, watch it G-O
Like I said I been winning, the score is like 3-O
Ready for the winter, we winning wearing a peacoat
Really I been up on my boogie, been on my beast mode
I'm a villain from the "Velt" and my presence felt
Play the cards I was dealt with a lil help
Take a beat up off the shelf then I grill it
No skillet, but I fry it like a piglet
Everything that come up out my mouth I know they dign'it
Otherwise, them other guys is f*cking ignant
Everything that come up out my mouth I know they dign'it
Otherwise, them other guys is f*cking ignant
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Writer: Slick Watts, David Hourie, Tyler Watts
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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