23.1 lyrics

[Intro: Miike Snow / Conversation with G]

Slim: "Free my n*gga G"

Reached the city steps tonight
Following the power-lines
Met a man bar-side
With eclipses for eyes

[Verse 1: Slim]

She opens he mouth with the passion to please
My n*ggas say pass her to me
I'm drunk and I'm high don't pass me the keys
Went half on the weed and half on lean
Half black half white, but I'm not no pig though
Get money, my n*ggas say ditto
I been smoking indo, since I was a kiddo
n*ggas got pounds, tell me what they hit fo
Run up in yo hood with the clips up n*gga
Turn a broad day outside to a strip club n*gga
Hit you so many time with a big truck n*gga
Cops come and they can't pick up n*ggas
Lay low me and juan pedro
Chasing these pesos bangers we make those
Got hits n*gga don't tell it to me
f*ck the whole world Thelma, Louise
Pray to god that I make it home
Aiming my gun with the safety off
Throw me in a box can't make me talk
I probably die before I let a b*tch break my heart
I ain't asking sh*t. Walk up in the party and I'm blasting sh*t
I want everything f*ck half the sh*t
Shine on, I'm a diamond sitting by rhinestones
My n*gga g told me that, can't na'an n*gga out here hold me back
He say my sh*ts getting better and better man
So high but a n*gga can't levitate
Now im in the position to provide my close friends with better days
G took the wrap for a n*gga
So im out rapping n*ggas
To come back for my n*gga
[Hook: Miike Snow]

Reached the city steps tonight
Following the power-lines
Met a man bar-side
With eclipses for eyes

[Verse 2: Slim]

This is bigger than rap n*gga, this is powerful art
Talk a n*gga straight out of his art
I can't tell these cowards apart
He can't tell those hours apart
23 in a cell 1 on the yard
I pray for the n*gga every now and than
Don't let them n*ggas in the box tell you how to live
I'd never take advice from those n*ggas
Heaven and Hell, don't mesh with them well
I'm f*cking Lekel. He's stuck in a cell
Spending money on drugs so high that a n*gga can't feel his face
It's a god damn shame
I could spend the same money to appeal his case
Ground up, that's real estate
I remember when my plate was empty
But when you hungry bro you can't be picky
I see little people I dream big
I'm only MVP if my teams wins
I see dumb n*ggas, Cleveland
If she can climb through the window she can sneak in
Love is sacrifice, Thanks to that n*gga I didn't lose half of my life
He's locked up and I'm stressed out
These lonely nights in my bedroom
It's all good, in reality we'll all be dead soon
I sip up my n*gga hitting sit-ups
Im rolling kush up my n*gga doing push ups
I answer whenever he call me
If I eat, we all eat Slim
[Hook: Miike Snow]

Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power-lines
Met a man bar-side
With eclipses for eyes

[Outro: Phone conversation with G]