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I’m back in the fray, with the heat in my chest,

Invest in my way, never settle for less,

The best of my day, put the weak to the test,

I slay every play, leave ‘em shook in distress.

The opps stay behind, they can’t match my finesse,

My grind’s by design, every move is a chess,

Confess to the shrine, keep my soul in the quest,

I’m blessed with the rhyme, puttin’ fears to a rest.

The night’s gettin’ dark, but my vision’s still clear,

Slim3 like a shark, smell the blood and he steer,

No fakin’ the code, keep it real in my core,

The road’s gettin’ cold, but I’m breakin’ the door,

My soul’s never sold, I’ma even the score,

The gold’s in my hold, I’ma rise and explore.

The trap’s in my blood, feel the bass in my bones,

I flood every hood, with the bars that I own,

I stood where I could, now I’m sittin’ on thrones,

It’s good, understood, I’m the king of my zone.

I remember the days, in a daze, lost in the maze, of the ways

That I chose, and I rose, from the lows, to the highs, with my eyes

On the prize, no surprise, I despise, all the lies

That they told, to control, my soul, but I broke free, and I see

The light, in the night, I fight, with all my might, to make it right

And now, I vow, to show how, I plow through all the doubt, and I shout

To the world, I’m unfurled, like a flag, with no lag, in my step, Ima rep

all my crew, and I do, what I do, to stay true, to myself, on the shelf

I won’t sit, I commit, to the grit, and the wit, that I spit

From the bottom to the top, Slim3 never gonna stop,

Climbing to the peak, Slim3 steppin on the block.

Haters try to knock him, but Slim3 never flop,

King Slim3, I’m the cream of the crop.

Move in the night, keep it low, keep it clean

Trap stay jumpin’, got the plug for the green

Slim3 time, yeah, we runnin the scene

Drip too hard, watch it gleam, watch it gleam

Yeah I

Drip too hard, watch it gleam

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From the block to the top, yeah, my vision divine

Got the opps in a box, they can’t step to my shrine

All my flows hit like dope, leave ‘em hooked on the rhyme

In the streets, movin’ sleek, like a ghost in the pine

Got the weight, never late, movin’ packs in a line

Every move that I make, calculated, it’s fine

From the mud to the stage, now my name’s in the sign

Keep it real, never squeal, loyalty’s part of my spine

I’m ahead of the game, left the lames in decline

All my chains, they gon’ bang, like a bell when it chimes

In the zone, all alone, watch my legacy climb

Got the heart of a king, with a crown of the Slim3

My connect overseas, bringin’ packs through the vine

Every bar that I spit, leave a spark in your mind

I’m the truth in the booth, every loop is divine

Never fold, never sold, keep it gold, that’s my Time

Long live

King Slim3 Tim3