[Intro: Sylar]
Sylar, SE6
The legend, The General, The myth
20 years to a boss ain’t nothing changed
Still importing them sticks, Still serving them bricks
My lil brother Slim still get you pitched
We Seven Figure n***as
We Superhero’s in the game and still working

[Chrous: Slim]
Yo I swear I love the come up, (Whys that)
Cah I swear the other day I was a runner
That shit changed rapping, 3 S that’s a whole load of nabbings
And from 13, Me I been trapping
Don’t mix me with these rappers, my peddle bike broke
Now I’m looking at my wrist and my kettle says coke
I ain’t stuck in the hood nah fuck that
Me? I’m the same little n***a that got rich of a cunch pack

[Verse 1: Slim]
My sis said she’s proud of the man that I become, same day got grounded found myself up in cunch
That looks like couple G’s that your cooking
And they’re talking about shows, I told Des I need couple G’s for a book in
Lifes lovely
Every hour make the phone lines do a monkey
You can do the maths
I Told my little n***as fuck college do the trap
Cah we the young n***as that did it in the flats
And look I’m only pushing in a German, (Foreign)
Yh I’m still working, (Pushin)
I do this for my bros in jail, that’s still serving, (Free em)
Loose lips sink ships, from 4 stoves I can turn 2 into 6 bricks that’s big flips
You can call me big slim
Cah I ain’t little no more
I done 6 for Four-0
And 3 for a score
I done weeks by the shore
Me and Glodes took trips, we used to put holes in our kicks real shit
[Chorus: Slim]
Yo I swear I love the come up, (It’s lovely)
Cah I swear the other day I was a runner
That shit changed rapping, 3 S that’s a whole load of nabbings
And from 13, Me I been trapping
Don’t mix me with these rappers, my peddle bike broke
Now I’m looking at my wrist and my kettle says coke
I ain’t stuck in the hood fuck that
Me? I’m the same little n***a that got rich of a cunch pack

[Verse 2: Slim]
I’m the same old kid that done it from a ounce
Feds kicked off the door, I was running out the house
Now fans runnin me down, I thank god for the change
For the hate I swear I ain’t got the time of the day
Cah we did it off 2 phones, (2 sims)
Yh I hit the strip with 2 O’s
And froze off my arse cause it was too cold
And that’s a madness, (Oh shit)
Now heated leathers that’s standards
It’s Dang weren’t doin bird he’d be trapping
Way before rapping I was really lit
I put bricks up in spots that them n***as never been
Yh I went and took the risk when them n***as never did
You should know slim cah that n***a never slips
3 my n***as from the bin, cah I’m still dodging feds
And them man are like 30 and still on the ends
And I’m calling that a crisis
We just put a 30 on a Lyca and hit the m-way and just grind off

[Chorus]
Yo I swear I love the come up, (It's lovely)
Cah I swear the other day I was a runner
That shit changed rapping, 3 S that’s a whole load of nabbings
And from 13, Me I been trapping
Don’t mix me with these rappers, my peddle bike broke
Now I’m looking at my wrist and my kettle says coke
I ain’t stuck in the hood fuck that
Me? I’m the same little n***a that got rich of a cunch pack