| Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
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| We up, we jets, stay baked and fresh, look at how I step
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| Out these Air Max blending with my sweats, live like '95
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| TV in the Pathfinder, watch New Jersey drive
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| Thinking about a heist thinking about my life, getting high
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| This shit nice, I can’t lie, but it came from a grind
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| This wan’t overnight, this was over an extended period of time
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| They tried to throw me in the box, cover it with rocks
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| I expanded on my house, purchased some mo' drops
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| Legal hustle Andretti OG the cash crop
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| Throat the smoke in the spot, come and see us, we out
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| I need you to spot, low rider low top, three wheel up the block
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| Throw up a jet life, a peace sign and then an east side
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| Stare in the mirror, turn the lights off and say me name three times
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| And I appear through the smoke: Andretti, Andretti, Andretti and a Nissan
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| Skyline, we often missed the child crazy high
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| Me and Statik got them coupes in traffic
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| Them bitches looking at us but we duck 'em if they goofy acting
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| Baby I’m a hundred everywhere your dude be lacking
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| Any time you see me, you witnessing magic happen
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| perfectly matching my Phantom
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| Yeah, ayy
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| Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
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| Rookie of the year still be moving with the vets
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| Stizzy from the bottom, how we out there with the jets
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| Cause he don’t be impressed, he was always thinking next
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| Low riders, that Spitta style I need more exotic
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| You make foes when you hold profit
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| You make business and you make millions
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| You lose money when you chase women
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| And I ain’t tripping long as fam eat like Thanksgiving
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| Ain’t willing to let up the motor
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| My moms said it’ll move slower but that ain’t gon' hold us over
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| Your bitch fell in love cause the ice I’m rocking polar
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| She know where I’m from, ain’t no way I’m getting colder
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| Keep the car running homie if you pulled us over
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| I lost my brother that way, a lesson from the corner
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| One minute you here, the next day you a goner
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| So I’ma sing your favorite song whenever I ain’t sober
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| Real life |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slept to Death, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song 8, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп