笨小笨KING SLIME (Explicit)歌词由Susta演唱，出自专辑《KING SLIME (Explicit)》，下面是《KING SLIME (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
KING SLIME (Explicit)歌词完整版
I got a lot of dirt on my mind
Like storm weather
They wanna press ya
Don’t care about your stressors
Tryna squeeze us by design
They want the “yessir”
No room to mess up
King Slime the real oppressor
Cuz the math not running (hey)
The work unbecoming
The tracks stopped coming
And the grind now hurtin’
I said
the math not running
The work unbecoming
The tracks stopped coming
And the grind now something else
(Yeah)
Told to shut up and follow their methodology
Honestly, I know I’m better than all of them
With more cards than me (huh?)
A different prodigy
Nobody in the family comes close to going as hard as me
Laid a map to the stars, like astronomy
Graduated, a master but y’all dropped out on 3
Every once in blue moon, they tell me that yes, they gonna be
Back, they gonna drop gas, they gonna get racks
Then they ask, will Susta still be around to cover their ass?
yeah I will, tho you never did
When it started to matter, you just got up and left (goneeeee)
The relationship between my stature and work was a threat (unh)
See me painting my pictures, in it not one regret (yoooooo)
Made them really feel a certain type of way for sure
Pointing exits like you wish I would go thru them doors
Bitch, Sus in full control (got full control?)
Work through the overdose
King Slime gotta chill before I go and blow
Just thought that you should know
I got a lot of dirt on my mind
Like storm weather
They wanna press ya
Don’t care about your stressors
Tryna squeeze us by design
They want the “yessir”
No room to mess up
King Slime the real oppressor
But the math not running
(Make it make sense)
The work unbecoming
(This shit ain’t fun no more, bruh)
Plus the tracks stopped coming
(P Bottlenecking my time)
And the grind start hurtin’
Yeah, the grind now something else (hey!)
Cook all the beef
Blood on the mats
Don’t make a scene (nah)
Give em’ the cheese
Left holding crumbs
Then rinse, repeat (ya!)
Nurturing leads
Get me outta here
I gotta be
Bigger than ye
Pushing P
The addy go down, easy
Easy, easy
Your gun only shoots BB’s (pew, pew)
I like my suits just like my chicken
Means I need the 3-piece (Hunh?!)
Agree that I’m the next
I feel like Michael, going hee-hee
Early work complete, GG
I’m way too turnt, come see me (hey!)
The grind, the grind
The boss, King Slime
Wants you for life
They clock your time till yo’ demise
Surprise, surprise
Won’t let this fly
We’ll call the riot
It’s time to riot
Now time to riot
I ain’t the slaving type you dreams at night
I ain’t the slaving type they wanted, like
Bruh
I swear I’m over this stuff man
The constant snaking, ghosting, lying, probing
All these people have held so much power over me
Man…and for what
Nah I’m done
I'm outta here
Uh
Sus
