Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
But Hollywood be my stomping ground
Cooking in da lab
When I'm done it smell Like grandma house
Why you hid da peas anyway
We coming in ya spot
Come on what ya mean
Oh my bad I had to get it out
You boys ain't got green
How you think you gone survive uh drought
Bought uh whole block yesterday
Let's move dat trap out
Meet up with developers
Now that bitch uh black coffee house
Delta 8 weed yeah we striving off dem strains now
She got her sum needs
So I had to put the wallet down
Call me Jerry The King
Cuz I had to lay tha smack down
How you call ya self uh boss
And you can't put da smack down
Dark skin chick got her screaming
Diana Ross me yeow
How you say this name
Cuz dis car rite cost yeaoh
I put this on Earline
Watch yo mouf or da beam coming out
I think I wanna buy Crump Ave
Just to trap it out
How we pray to da same god
But you burnt the church house
But dis da same hood
Dez niggas still wanna murk bout
Gentrifyed yo block
Naw yo azz in da poor house
Can't get it back
Naw granny spot is uh pho house
Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
But Hollywood be my stomping ground
Cooking in da lab
When I'm done it smell Like grandma house
Why you hid da peas anyway
We coming in ya spot
Military black fows
Pushing green crack bows
Feds hit the front
So we sliding out the back doe
Pocket full paper
Never worried bout the cash flow
Always been uh hustler on the road
Wherever cash go
Never been uh sucker
You mite label me a asshole
How these niggas broke
And unchained like Django
All these niggas selling out fa fame
Its insane bro
Flexing fa da gram
With uh high interest bank loan
This generation confused as a muse
Im not amused
By the shit that they choose
Can't let em play us like fools
Industry faker
Than them moissanite jewels
Ain't no hating
I'm just spreading the truth
We war ready
We ain't bringing no truce
Time to lace up the boots
We in the field
But this ain't nothing like roots
They trained to go
But we training to shoot
Headshots we ain't aiming for glutes
Ready or not bitch we coming for you
Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
DJ Cbee Supreme - Slave Value (feat. Jay P. & TrashBaggBeatz) Lyrics
DJ Cbee Supreme - Slave Value (feat. Jay P. & TrashBaggBeatz) Lyrics
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Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
But Hollywood be my stomping ground
Cooking in da lab
When I'm done it smell Like grandma house
Why you hid da peas anyway
We coming in ya spot
Come on what ya mean
Oh my bad I had to get it out
You boys ain't got green
How you think you gone survive uh drought
Bought uh whole block yesterday
Let's move dat trap out
Meet up with developers
Now that bitch uh black coffee house
Delta 8 weed yeah we striving off dem strains now
She got her sum needs
So I had to put the wallet down
Call me Jerry The King
Cuz I had to lay tha smack down
How you call ya self uh boss
And you can't put da smack down
Dark skin chick got her screaming
Diana Ross me yeow
How you say this name
Cuz dis car rite cost yeaoh
I put this on Earline
Watch yo mouf or da beam coming out
I think I wanna buy Crump Ave
Just to trap it out
How we pray to da same god
But you burnt the church house
But dis da same hood
Dez niggas still wanna murk bout
Gentrifyed yo block
Naw yo azz in da poor house
Can't get it back
Naw granny spot is uh pho house
Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
But Hollywood be my stomping ground
Cooking in da lab
When I'm done it smell Like grandma house
Why you hid da peas anyway
We coming in ya spot
Military black fows
Pushing green crack bows
Feds hit the front
So we sliding out the back doe
Pocket full paper
Never worried bout the cash flow
Always been uh hustler on the road
Wherever cash go
Never been uh sucker
You mite label me a asshole
How these niggas broke
And unchained like Django
All these niggas selling out fa fame
Its insane bro
Flexing fa da gram
With uh high interest bank loan
This generation confused as a muse
Im not amused
By the shit that they choose
Can't let em play us like fools
Industry faker
Than them moissanite jewels
Ain't no hating
I'm just spreading the truth
We war ready
We ain't bringing no truce
Time to lace up the boots
We in the field
But this ain't nothing like roots
They trained to go
But we training to shoot
Headshots we ain't aiming for glutes
Ready or not bitch we coming for you
Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
But Hollywood be my stomping ground
Cooking in da lab
When I'm done it smell Like grandma house
Why you hid da peas anyway
We coming in ya spot
Come on what ya mean
Oh my bad I had to get it out
You boys ain't got green
How you think you gone survive uh drought
Bought uh whole block yesterday
Let's move dat trap out
Meet up with developers
Now that bitch uh black coffee house
Delta 8 weed yeah we striving off dem strains now
She got her sum needs
So I had to put the wallet down
Call me Jerry The King
Cuz I had to lay tha smack down
How you call ya self uh boss
And you can't put da smack down
Dark skin chick got her screaming
Diana Ross me yeow
How you say this name
Cuz dis car rite cost yeaoh
I put this on Earline
Watch yo mouf or da beam coming out
I think I wanna buy Crump Ave
Just to trap it out
How we pray to da same god
But you burnt the church house
But dis da same hood
Dez niggas still wanna murk bout
Gentrifyed yo block
Naw yo azz in da poor house
Can't get it back
Naw granny spot is uh pho house
Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
But Hollywood be my stomping ground
Cooking in da lab
When I'm done it smell Like grandma house
Why you hid da peas anyway
We coming in ya spot
Military black fows
Pushing green crack bows
Feds hit the front
So we sliding out the back doe
Pocket full paper
Never worried bout the cash flow
Always been uh hustler on the road
Wherever cash go
Never been uh sucker
You mite label me a asshole
How these niggas broke
And unchained like Django
All these niggas selling out fa fame
Its insane bro
Flexing fa da gram
With uh high interest bank loan
This generation confused as a muse
Im not amused
By the shit that they choose
Can't let em play us like fools
Industry faker
Than them moissanite jewels
Ain't no hating
I'm just spreading the truth
We war ready
We ain't bringing no truce
Time to lace up the boots
We in the field
But this ain't nothing like roots
They trained to go
But we training to shoot
Headshots we ain't aiming for glutes
Ready or not bitch we coming for you
Tell me what's the value of a nigga
Out here slaving now
Chains on my neck like
I'm going back to masters house
Old head nigga off da porch
Put your head down
Use to drive uh jag now
I'm climbing up in rovers now
Bad lil junt yeah
I'm sliding all up in her mouf
Frayser bay nigga
Writer: Corey Barber, Jeremy Patton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: DJ Cbee Supreme
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Corey Barber, Jeremy Patton