[Verse 1]
Killin this shit since i came into existince mother walk around seen far from my distance run around non stop people wonder whats my tuition everyone needs ignition intuition switchin like an intervention leavin my mark call that protection lookin through my mind tryna find time livin sublime fighting all crime time passin by needa life so i can get by starin at a gfuel tub lookin down now im starin at a brand new clock ride around town and i got myself luck starin at cups garbage can yeah thats where Your shit drops got my backpack wit a camera snapback labeled rattpack and you know we doin it for fans fuckin wit ya boy and you know we blowin up like yeah we blowin up like denim in my jeans hell yeah you know its me reppin BC on a track and im bringin this for a quick snack time to bring it back for the end just about to run outta pen i been at it like vin bitch just lemme in we all got sins so lets take a win bout to lose all the fame real shit comin up runnin up gonna be number one bitch just sum it up lemme get it right now yellin out drugs ain't my forte' fuckin bitches ain't my foreplay yeah

[Hook: Logic]
I'm a slave
I'm a slave
You a slave (Yeah)
You a slave (Alright)
I'm a slave for this shit
I'm a slave (Yeah)
You a slave (Alright)
I'm a slave