(DJ Pauly-O talking)
Yo waddap K, its Pauly-O
Uh, callin to checkin to see whats goin on
Gimme a call back when you get the chance homie, later
(Killa K)
Alotta up and comers aint built for this,
don't you know alotta rappers get killed for this?
When the mics in your hand and the fans is screamin
Shit is all forreal but you still think you dreamin!
Anybody on the grind knows what it is
You gotta whip up the work
And handle your biz
See me in your hometown just salute the hustle
I got my shit stacked up in a Gucci duffle
Flip got my back so we "flippin" a mill
And Pauly-O already know that his names on the deal
No change, just pain, and Im tryna get through
Honestly forget hoes I do it for my nephew,
Do it for my grandma, doin it for mad long
Hurts inside I cant smile for the camera,
Still I cant lose, too much to prove
So when I say Im on the grind, Im doin what I gotta do
Tryna make moves but the game aint stable
I bet against the odds, chips is on the table
I never got my name out, I'd lost the fame!
So Im like "Craig Austrie", I need a "time-out" but it will cost the game!
Not that I care, I knocked down the door but nobodys their
Im ridin all alone, cuz I lost my friends
Will we ever speak again? Well it all depends,
Until then, this is K Dot Slick,
Signing off with Pauly-O and Flip
Don't trip, your gonna see more of me,
Just wait for "The Warning"…..part 3
Ladies and gentlemen, as I usually say at the close of most programs, I wish you everything you want in life for yourself and your families: lots of huggin' and kissin', sweet dreams, and God bless!