[Verse 1: Kenzo Str8Drop]
Yo, look, yo, I'm slipping away
Take my shit like say we ain't paid
Moving hot with a brick at the base
It's laughs now till I put that blick in your face
I whip that yay' and put food on corners
Dad went there, had a two and a quarter
Most dangerous when I'm backed in a corner
Think it's a game till I'm sat in a sauna
I'm slipping away
So much to lose, still act like I ain't
Need me a win, bro I can't get a break
I'm a public figure with a gun on my waist (Skrrt)
Spots know could of put packs on trains
Plugs know better than to sell 'em bricks open
I send tops back like my bitch does clothing (KITSCHKRIEG)
B from PK, whip german
If I didn't sell crack, next man are earning

[Chorus: Dré Six]
I'm, I'm posted on the corner
I'm still taking orders, orders outside
I can see a pound sign evеry time I see a fiend
I'm slowly slipping away
Slipping away
Slipping away
Day by day
Slipping away
[Verse 2: Dré Six]
I got a load of drugs
I'm on the cornеr flying
Still gotta watch for sirens
It's tiring, you know
I ain't the only one
All of my guys live like this
Still, I'm counting fivers, mm-hmm
In a black SUV, GLE 63
Ain't no point racing me
Ain't no way you taking me
I need a bag chasing me
I made a rack from A to B
All of my shots waving me
All of my shots waving me

[Chorus: Dré Six]
I'm, I'm posted on the corner
I'm still taking orders, orders outside
I can see a pound sign every time I see a fiend
I'm slowly slipping away
Slipping away
Slipping away
Day by day
Slipping away
[Verse 3: Kenzo Str8Drop]
Yo, look, yo
I'm slipping away (Yeah)
Times that I prayed, shit, ain't nothin changed (Ha)
Pack full of rocks and threes for a lane
Pull up in that RS and I flood the estate
Yo, now the blenders broke (Baow)
B Dust on my kicks and it still got sold
I sent man shop and I sent man O (Yeah)
Rotate runners can't get too comfy
Blood, sweat and bine got the phone jumping (Baow)
It could have been us, but you move funky
I got brown in the press, white in the 'rex (Whip)
Make two bricks disappear, no stress
They know what I'm on, I don't send no texts (No way)
Eighteen white girls all left wet
Young boy can't leave til it all gets pebbed
From a quarter to all these Z's, yeah

[Chorus: Dré Six]
I'm posted on the corner
I'm still taking orders, orders outside
I can see a pound sign every time I see a fiend
I'm slowly slipping away
Slipping away
Slipping away
Day by day
Slipping away
Slipping away