Maine Musik – Soulja Slim Flow 4 Lyrics
Say, what that’s about, you hear me?
That b!tch ain’t gonna stop beeping, you hear me?
Say, what that’s about?
Like that, that what? you don’t
Fu*k with me no more
Like I ain’t the same n!gga, still killer, still cutthroat
Who that? I stand up in this smoke
So I stand, still your face
I sell your hate, but know your place
No, I don’t negotiate
No player arrangements, no plea bargains
I’m so new hollers, but still regal as
I might forever be purple
But still, mac though, you with me
I don’t ever think I’m gonna switch it
Can’t believe how these b!tch n!ggas living
No, it’s election time, so all the prices up and down
With the drug dealer, it ain’t drug dealing
They selling everything with the fitting, fu*king the game up
You heard me, you ain’t sure m,e you not a man
Bottom line, we gon’ come through that swerving
I was in that throwback drip, my head to the back
With a clip that was curving when they wasn’t fu*king with that
Need the old projects back
I just left out, they know you
Pulled up on token, like what’s that?
I’m baby, strapped like a stroller
He like wine, stomping his feet, real 3 baby
He like, when the last time you talked the drink before?
I thought, baby, I said I was fu*king with him
When we was fu*king with her
You dig?
He ain’t send a cash app, a letter, or a picture on the bank
But s*it is what it is, it’ll never be no fake one
Plus, I knew what I was dealing with since day one
She young, I’m young, but I was being thick
No conflict, I’m in the real competition
How you gon’ compete with your own pad?
Now I’m gone to the 17th, put that s*it in the alley
I know the real zookeeper like kevin darwin and them people
I’m higher than free gp, the n-r-i-p, the rare
The marshal sent me to jail
In the usp where I met him
I know know you was no stepper
Till we got put under pressure
Ask him, did I have pressure?
Tell them n!ggas, sis, to sell them people to myself
Holla about who got that k2 for the set
Then they start copying me
Now I’m in the 9th ward with an ar, head across the canal
Thinking about kinder bonds like wonder how his time going
But since I’m in the 9, I need to find big ol’ fine jewelry
She older than me, so technically, I’m gonna be her jewel
And I be moving certain ways out here
Told you, know how you get played out here
You ain’t gonna be no easy kill
You ain’t gonna stare me your d!ck
So I kept pushing
I’m gonna beat when I sing
They said they stand on business for out of man
And I feel that
You heard me?
I was vibing with four nines on me
Before I met four nine homie
Fu*k these n!ggas, staking still
Scraping free that hankton boy
Drill and kill, we still in the same suit
But n!ggas fu*ked the game up
’cause they won’t kill ’em and make posts
You better not mention me on social media
By the way, what’s sound?
Just a baby, happy they freeze
Don’t let these people catch you and leave
Just left from where you left at
And it’s cool as a freezer
Had big sand, trap off the g
He got the yard and keyhands
Ain’t nobody, n!gga
We don’t outside our nobody
Ain’t no big i’s and little u’s
When it comes to anything out that boot
We all know what to do
We work when it’s work all
Especially when we in beef
We handle that s*it
Just like we on the street
Yeah, beef ain’t swatched, it’s died down sometimes
N!gga play all type of games, better ride with that iron
Can’t get coming through jp, flying all them people, ha!
Still hollering on lil bg, y as young, know I’m on my top
Ya’ll understand eastside, afghanistan
They tell the trick, I had all them n!ggas under that price
Him and that neck, running tet, tet, letting that iron fly
Now who’s doing the murk, at south mall, frenchman and durban
I’m full up hop out, big glock, out green beaming
Holling freezes, fizzle and keeming, you should’ve seen me
They teaming sucked up to y’all
I don’t cool man spoke my knife like I told a guy
They know I’m a threat, whether that’s inside or rec room
I’m with them living, 25 guns on my shoulder
I got three n!ggas stepping with me, they from out the mills
Look how the top of melted, been shot too long
Slit his throat, bust his head, get him right to the dome
I’m on some soldier s*it, dressed up in his camouflage
Run down, pull a homicide, opposition’s gotta die
I’m on some slumper s*it, run down, put a mother quick
Anything my dog b!tch beats with, I’m a quitter?
Soulja Slim Flow 4 by Maine Musik
Overview
“Soulja Slim Flow 4” is a dynamic track by Maine Musik, showcasing his unique style and lyrical prowess. The song draws inspiration from the legendary rapper Soulja Slim, paying homage while infusing Maine’s own perspective and experiences. It combines hard-hitting beats with catchy hooks, making it a standout in the contemporary hip-hop scene.
Themes
- Street Life: The song reflects on the realities of street life, touching on struggles, resilience, and survival.
- Authenticity: Maine Musik emphasizes staying true to oneself and maintaining authenticity in a world full of challenges.
- Respect and Legacy: By referencing Soulja Slim, the track honors the legacy of influential artists in hip-hop culture.
Musical Style
“Soulja Slim Flow 4” features a blend of trap beats and melodic elements, characterized by its rhythmic flow and engaging production. Maine’s delivery is confident and impactful, capturing the listener’s attention from start to finish.
Overall Impression
This track is a powerful addition to Maine Musik’s catalog, showcasing his growth as an artist and his ability to blend homage with originality. “Soulja Slim Flow 4” is not only a tribute but also a declaration of Maine’s place in the hip-hop landscape, resonating with fans of the genre and newcomers alike. It’s a must-listen for anyone who appreciates authentic storytelling and vibrant beats.
