Oh my sneaker game is right 
I just shaved tonight 
My cologne is smelling good 
So what’s up mama? You want a drink or what? 
You [bad word] and party with me? 
My name is Slaine

[Verse 1]

You know you love my style don’t you really? 
You haters act like you really got a chrome to kill me 
But your gangster suspect, your palms are silly 
I’m from Boston, New York and rolling a Philly 
And I party like I’m rich till I’m broke in the morn 
With my own CDs coke’s broken up on 
Went to bed at noon time and I woke up at dawn 
So my lifestyle’s what people are focusing on 
Cause I party like a rock star, spit it like a rap star 
Grab your [bad word] and hock a loogie, get inside a black car 
Quick, these [bad word] are on my [bad word] 
Eenie-meeny-miney-mo, which one will I pick? 
Got so many sick flows, which one will I spit? 
I have to get go so bad that I go with the get  [bad word] I’m no backpacker, I’m a soldier with clips 
And I told you m***********s that my shoulders are chipped
 [bad word] 

So all the people in the party in the place to be 
With your eyes wide shut, I’mma make you see 
There’s a very good reason why you’re hatin’ me 
Yeah I love this s**t when you’re hatin’ me

So all the people in the party in the place to be 
With your eyes wide shut, I’mma make you see 
There’s a very good reason why you’re hatin’ me 
You know I love this s**t when you’re hatin’ me

[Verse 2]

So you can love it or hate it, hate it or love it 
I was stuck under the dirt but I made it above it 
My stomach was hungry as f**k so I raided the cupboard 
With the Devil in my eyes, go ahead and pray to the mother 
The Virgin Mary, I’m emerging scary 
And every curse word I ever blurred you’re hearing 
And f**k everything with a skirt and earrings 
Before I zip my zipper up and hurt your feelings 
Everybody say that I’m just a liar 
But their hands getting burnt when they touch the fire 
I’m the dope man, words justifier 
Still I’m getting stuck in the muck and mire 
Your soul gets sold till the bucks can buy ya 
But you can always find another [bad word] to lie to 
Cause when you got it like this they just rewind ya 
And A&Rs never got the nuts to sign ya
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

Sorta hate me maybe cause my tapes are crazy 
I grew up around the dope so the don’t phase me 
f**k a [bad word] with [bad word]  I don’t make no babies 
I don’t accept ?, I don’t take no rabies 
With cheques, rich [bad word] next for sick  
Drink six packs of Becks until my bib’s wet 
I never talk s**t that I ain’t lived yet 
Son or say that I done what I ain’t did yet 
Was or you wasn’t, what you bugging when you guzzle gin 
It doesn’t matter what kind of [bad word] that you smuggling 
If you been there you know the game 
And the [bad word] stars all done blow with Slaine 
I am like the rap star, this is what I grew to be  [bad word] wanna f**k me, rappers wanna shoot at me 
You’s love how I master words so beautifully 
I know what I am, it ain’t nothing new to me