Slim's Return - Stalley

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Money

Women

Cars

Ghetto celebrities

Hood movie stars

Pack slingers to rap singers is who we are

Now listen to the sounds of MadStalley on

As I carry on the charm of a don

Walk like the Fonz, cooler than Franz

In mid-January with my three piece on

Tailor made, I been a spade

A sight to see, a walking parade

Ohio I put on

Brilliant I’m militant, I get 'em amped

Soon as I step on stage and get a band

Then I get a boom

Fist in the air, now punch up the room

Shake up the building

Wake up the children

Tell everybody move 'til we turn up to Slim

Aye aye captain, I’m I’m him

Apology for the delay, salute to where I been

City to city

Show after show stuffing money in the bin

Sheep to sheik

Verse after verse, they said there’s money in my pen

As the ink keeps spilling, I’m writing out feelings

Worth about a million

I can barely count my ends

Caught hard times, people dipped out

Now I can barely count my friends

Who cares I’m still here as the world goes around

On my middle finger it spins

Like a globetrotter

My alma mater is victory

Started off with a lot of L’s now its nothing but wins

Pocket full of crumpled paper filed with Ohio hymns

My midwest drawl will define the awe, smiles and grins

Pop is giant, vanity must I quiet

To start and eat good I must diet

Trust me must you try it

Bad move when testing a giant

I’m from the southeast side

Where one wrong word could cause a riot

Bunch of revolutionary thugs when the sirens go off

We go to war with the fuzz

Rebel music out the back of our trunks

40 finale, from Lincoln Way to Tremont

The return of MadStalley

The return of MadStalley