YB Chosen - No Slack Lyrics

A nigga asked if I still rapping
I told the nigga yeah you still capping
Let me gone get a lil action
A lil some in a lil casket
See the shit I spit is real factual
Ima dead this shit real casual
At ya head if it feel actual
Leaking blood yeah real vaginal
F*ck what I thought nigga f*ck what you heard
Me and my niggaz be flyer than birds
Hitting the road, bending them curves
Going somewhere, too slick with these words
Living by verbs, all about action
Gave it my all, should really be taxing
Did it myself aint cutting no fractions
Gotta subtract it if it ain't adding
Math

I can't cut em no slack
I'm grinding but you know that
I gotta bring that gold back
& I need the whole bag
Look I got my flow back
Now I need a floor jack
Took it back like 4 flats
On the lac I rode that
I can't cut em no slack
I'm grinding but you know that
I gotta bring that gold back
& I need the whole bag
Look I got my flow back
Now I need a floor jack
Took it back like 4 flats
On the lac I rode that

I know these niggaz be talking but ion really be hearing em
I don't
Ima let a nigga have it Thinking I really be fearing him
I don't feel need to put fear in em
Its what its gon be if I'm clearing em
I try to be the one here with em
But I don had it up to here with em
I'm knowing the nigga that's steering em
I'm growing it gotta appear to em
Maybe I don't appeal to them
But ima always keep it real wit em
You gotta know how to deal wit em
Even if yeen feeling em
Everybody ain't got real in em
Everybody aint got real in em
Cast out then I reel em in
Gotta be all about dividends
There he go talking that shit again
Out on the island like Gilligan
Yeah im so cool like ceiling fan
I just keep rolling like michelens
The older i get may not get again
Gotta me feeling like a kid again
Gotta get it in