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Yeah, Sladeboyy, the Chevy Space Cadet, ENC 252
This is Back Road Slider Music
Yeah, talk to getting off the muscle, oh my gosh, I tore a ligament
They throwing stones all on the 'net, in person, they play innocent
See, I know I was meant for this, don't get this good on this
They ain't greater, they ain't equal to me, dawg, we ain't equivalent
Yeah, I be laid back, but don't you ever think the kid a slouch
Country boy kangaroo, Jack keeps shogging shells inside a pouch
Back checking all of my raps is cool, I got the folks to vouch
I just make sure all my bars stick like plastic on the couch
I don't talk about switches, honestly, I'm tryna switch it up
I think that the gang need a change, I'ma mix it up
If I learn to thang, can't have pain in a whiskey cup
If I drop some game, then it's your job to go pick it up
Yeah, 'cause either way I gotta get it
Talking slot into the Grammys and a Silverado tenant
Plus I hit a deal while on the way to right side of it, then it
Make sure money never end and gotta stack before we spend it
Say I'm rapping like the rent due, you got it wrong, bro
I'm rapping like I need 900k by nine tomorrow
The bag was boogeyman, these jits is on some time that's borrowed
Thought they could get away 'til I threw spike strips in the car slow
Ay, who's your favorite rapper? Don't matter, he can't rap with me
Trying to navigate the game, I should've brought a map with me
I can't lie, it's do or die, and right now, I can't slack in
They try to bring you down when you go up, so I can't lack any
Potholes on the back road, probably knock the power steering out
I done made my own path, I don't really plan to veer the route
Tried to cut me off, I swing the wheel and I just steer it out
I threw the Drake coat on, crashed on the beat, and now they hear me out