One/Slide

Heavy metal on a 5'6" guy

Cannon ain't the reason he's a big shot

You know that you are up from what you let slide, huh

Spent it on an album, not a wristwatch

Love my momma more than I hate enemies

But you know we keep slaps like Chris Rock

Starved myself to get fly, fitting extra smalls

You let them embarrass you to be a megastar?

Media addicting us to porno and the rum

Media addicting us to someone else's funds

I can't glorify no man but the Son

They want me outside of the club, demonic and dumb

The cannon ain't the reason he's a big shot

You know that you are up from what you let slide, huh

Hock a loogie full of phlegm at these superficial men

Back outside turnt, living, I was dead

How much bread to heal your existential dread?

I feel like Enoch, I was walking, now I left

They throw flowers at this temporary flesh

I reroute it, this is not the product of a third vowel

A.M. prayers, no curfew

Cut corners too much, become a circle

They s-hitted on the lot of us, and now they rot

A couple thoughts can make a Thoth out a thot

Community builder had shrooms in his Gildan

Gun shooting, looting, took the youth out the children

I felt abandoned, to keep it a thousand

What you spent on the jacket, we spent on fabric

When you're this appointed, there's no asking

Stop boxing yourself, be Everlasting

At the deli for a chopped cheese and a Snapple

Munching on these rappers like Isis Naija Gaston

Letting them distract me, yo, yo

The cannon ain't the reason he's a big shot, shot