Lyrics Pablo - Slim

Pablo

Step in the bando, feelin' like Pablo
With nuttin' but bricks inside (Let's work)
From scales, pots, and bowls
I’ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me countin' paper (Bands)
That’s no convo for informants (None)
And a load of corn for the haters
Step in the bando, feelin' like Pablo
With nuttin' but bricks inside (Let's work)
From scales, pots, and bowls
I’ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me countin' paper (Bands)
That’s no convo for informants (None)
And a load of corn for the haters
I feel like Pablo, step in the bando
And let me change your life
I don’t change on niggas
I remix dinners, turn on and change the price
I got fed up of broken dreams
I stepped out and I made shit real
You ever done you the maths?
Like this year, this phone’s gonna make me a mil'
And bro got IPP, and eight years gone, still tryna appeal
And Jas got nicked with the wap
But five years gone, he’s still on violence
And me, I feel at home
When at the stove, just me and the pyrex
And when I get nicked, only question is
«How the feds gonna deal with silence?»
I feel like Mitch when I break down
Bricks but money ain’t new to me (No way)
I used to hit fiends two shots of each
And I used to give two for free
Now I count up racks till my fingers hurt
And I get brain stupidly
'Cause it was me in O, I never needed a home
All I need is a stupid fiend
I flew North for a new machine
And I flew 'Dam just to check the plug
When I drive by, I don’t wave at niggas
When I was low, I didn’t get no hugs (None)
Now, my jewellery sets cost 50 bags
They wanna be friends and stuff (Fuck off)
Gotti’s itchin to test this pump
Whole town itchin' to test this dub
Step in the bando, feelin' like Pablo
With nuttin' but bricks inside (Let's work)
From scales, pots, and bowls
I’ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me countin' paper (Bands)
That’s no convo for informants (None)
And a load of corn for the haters
Step in the bando, feelin' like Pablo
With nuttin' but bricks inside (Let's work)
From scales, pots, and bowls
I’ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me countin' paper (Bands)
That’s no convo for informants (None)
And a load of corn for the haters
But I feel like Columbus takin' trips
How many times did I take me a risk? (How many?)
I spent last year servin' fiends
This year the phone’s in 30 keys (Bricks)
I used to need advice, now, I see them guys
And I swear they just talk too much (Chattin')
I put forks in grub in a trap we trust
'Cause I ain’t gettin' paid of love
And I feel like Slim when I break down a brick
First time brought a tear to my eye
I lost years inside, didn’t see them guys
Now, everybody’s feelin' the kid (Fake)
I can’t whip no O, I put bricks on stoves
And make sure the whole team eats
'Cause it was me on the malts
Two bricks on both, hopin' nobody noticed me
I went to the grind when shit got hard
Never came home just to make a change
I keep it real, bro keeps it still
And my left wrist stays 18k
And the cutest thots love Gucci drops
And pullin' on cuban chains
But to tell you the truth
Only a good day in O’s gonna make my day
Step in the bando, feelin' like Pablo
With nuttin' but bricks inside (Let's work)
From scales, pots, and bowls
I’ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me countin' paper (Bands)
That’s no convo for informants (None)
And a load of corn for the haters
Step in the bando, feelin' like Pablo
With nuttin' but bricks inside (Let's work)
From scales, pots, and bowls
I’ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me countin' paper (Bands)
That’s no convo for informants (None)
And a load of corn for the haters
(It's 1st Born, baby)