Slam! (feat. VooDoo)

Slam! On my record getting slammed Critic get the pitchfork Now y'all getting panned Now imagine that All these rappers cap Ain't at my status So you walking back Damn, life tragic Bad habits mixed with black magic Lacked passion, had to find another action No panic, last thing I'll be is average Slam! Now I take the time to rewind Back before I'm hearing niggas tangents about a cosign Rappers tryna keep up and they asking for some more time I'm way ahead, cuz my music just the goal line Whenever I'm dead treat my body like a goldmine What you said, would you like to die in yo prime