Slip The Clip In

[Hook] Diego I slip the clip in, everyone gets to dip in React quicker when the tensions start to thicken Better run, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’ Who you tricking? Heard you little niggas bitching On the block, so now I’m back for my position Better run, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’ [Verse 1] Diego Nigga, I hit six figures more than twice in this game Be with killers for hire but it quite ain’t the same Fear in their eye and fire and light in your frame Only second on my list next to providing the ‘caine Long ago the quiet type that became Accustomed to the strife and the pain of life and the game Now I’m rebelling against them restraints And waving my middle finger at authority figures It’s like they do great at washing your brains But all the flashing and mimicry you usually see on the screens, right? Cause bright lights do entertain Y’all can have fun while we out collecting this change, dummies Like look at all the in the ring You paying me to show you all these elaborate things But I ain’t gonna fight the grain I’m just trying to get paid and pave the way for us to lay in the shade [Hook] Diego I slip the clip in, everyone gets to dipping React quicker when the tensions start to thicken Better run, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’ Who you tricking? Heard you little niggas bitching On the block so now I’m back for my position Better run, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’ [Verse 2] Slaine I’m a fucking demon and I’m spitting semen in your momma’s stomach Ask me about the trauma and the drama, I love it And I don’t even spit no more, no I vomit You wanna hear some gangster shit? Yeah, I’m on it I wished upon a star, I pissed up on your car Got my dick sucked by dirty bitches in your garage I listened to your songs and what you spit was just garbage This is pain, my issues and tissues sticking to scars The fantasies are yours, the pistols are ours Get your ass knocked out with the fist in your eyes Nah, you ain’t high, you make me sick with your lies You’re just a chicken, we licking at your breast, wings, and your thighs There’s nothing left, you’re wrestling with a mirage The white man is the devil, I’m a blessing in disguise Jesus Christ, look at the life I married my flows with So I could put a bullet in both Mary and Joseph [Hook] Diego I slip the clip in, everyone gets to dipping React quicker when the tensions start to thicken Better run, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’ Who you tricking? Heard you little niggas bitching On the block so now I’m back for my position Better run, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’, no half-steppin’