NO SLACKIN (feat. Jae.P, Young Moeses & Phat Majik)

No slacker Certified mic snapper Mayfield on the beat And this bitch a slapper I just paid my tithes They think God a trapper Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor I ain't got no time Want my pockets fatter I can see it in his face Boy you just a capper F*ck the fame I am the top I ain't use the ladder They gone step on hands You gone climb or splatter Running this shit I'm just feeling the feeling Couple of bitches inside of the coupe Counting a bag of some benjis Keep me some hittas inside of the booth Just in case niggas is dizzy Mettle my business Cause business is business All of my niggas resilient Mettle No slacker Certified mic snapper Mayfield on the beat And this bitch a slapper I just paid my tithes They think God a trapper Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor God believe me I am achieving Just not a open book Can't get by off looks Step in and popping with crooks I know what I want Can't tell no lies High maintenance I tell you I'm fried Fly over head Can't tell on my guys Ooh woo woo When I tell you I'm su wu wu Can't step without my iron Got my family I pay my tithes Praise my God every time I slide They challenge me I just know where yo standards be I ain't gone hide I'm in the town On my side Yea that's big Big ol five 4Way No slacker Certified mic snapper Mayfield on the beat And this bitch a slapper I just paid my tithes They think God a trapper Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor Yep Saint Label Straight off the scale with it I got yo bitch spreading her legs like long division The beat playing And I hit it when bass hit it This shit a motion picture You'll never guess the ending Brand new pack let's smoke Pull it out the duffel bag Brand new shirt VLone I told em ain't no turning back If that boy can't get it off Don't let him in the trap And if that boy ain't going in Then why he even rap No slacker Certified mic snapper Mayfield on the beat And this bitch a slapper I just paid my tithes They think God a trapper Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor Lately I been waking up Like 4 am Lotta blunts Lotta smoke to clear Lotta real sitting in the mirror Bad bitch counting up the mil The I hit the road No time to kill Only check the road when the check clear Then give em' the message out every year Project Prophet he gone make it clear The first lesson Keep a clip in ya pocket Cause in the booth Imma pull like I'm wildin Stay switching my flows Like my clothes he styling Sip the bottle everyday like I'm childish Came from the cotton That lean in my wallet Trying not to whip Worth a hundred deposits Couple chains break my neck when I'm walking And still packing Ain't no slacking too often No slacker Certified mic snapper Mayfield on the beat And this bitch a slapper I just paid my tithes They think God a trapper Hearing all the lies coming from the pastor