No Slack
Kid Ink Lyrics


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I made history, you told that
Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats
Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack

Put that shit on wax
You know 'bout the grind
I put in work in that overtime
Clocking in at 9, clocking out at 9
Cut the motherfuckin' cheque
Get to shoppin' now
Here we go again, smoke up 'til the sunny sky
I ain't been to sleep since the other night
My baby know I'm always late to supper times
So she leave it in the stove
With the oven light on
Keep it warm for a nigga 'til I'm back home
Put it to my mouth like a saxophone

Batphone, text on the Samsung
And the realest shit I wrote was a ransom
Young, handsome nigga with a
Hand full of money
I blow it baby, if you bust a dance move
Drive my tyre in Miami Vice on a boat
Blazin', no tyres, no buttons
Just my tattoos
How I'm feelin', play like I invented
I brought the old me back for new beginnings
Where we from now make it to my lifespan
And you could blame my daddy
If I'm actin' light skinned

I made history, you told that
Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats
Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack

My ambitions in designer, Dolce & Gabanna
All this courtesy champagne
While I'm shoppin' got a nigga thrown
I'm 'bout buy the whole store
In the dressin' room
Bitch keep peakin' through the door
Bathroom break, prolly' sneakin'
Geekin' on the low
Skiin' through the slopes
One thing is for sure
You ain't gotta say yes if
I offer you the drugs
I'm a bad influence but I'm
Better than I was, baby
Used to hit the dirty money with the suds
Now I walk over the road
Big show in the club, baby
My mama tell me never fear no one
Grab the blunt by the neck and I chokeslam
Might show up to the beach with my own sand
I brought the whole thing and these hoes in
Kurt Cobain, you know where the shot go
I just need a refill, I'm tryna reload

I made history, you told that
Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats
Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack





Realest shit I wrote in my notepad

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kid Ink's song "No Slack" speak to his sense of accomplishment and success in the music industry. He reflects on his journey and how he has made history with his music. He takes pride in the authenticity and truthfulness of his lyrics, stating that the realest things he has ever written are in his notepad. Despite his achievements, he emphasizes that he hasn't become complacent and is still driven to achieve more. He talks about working hard and putting in overtime to reach his goals.


Kid Ink also addresses the financial aspect of his success, stating that he doesn't give anyone any leniency when it comes to paying him what he deserves. He won't "cut them no slack" when it comes to receiving his rightful compensation. He references his extravagant lifestyle and the luxury brands he indulges in, such as Dolce & Gabanna. Despite his lavish spending, he acknowledges that he has come a long way from his humble beginnings, where he used to deal with "dirty money" and now enjoys the perks of being a successful artist.


Overall, the lyrics depict Kid Ink's confidence, ambition, and determination to continue making strides in his career. He takes pride in his accomplishments and doesn't settle for anything less than what he believes he's worth.


Line by Line Meaning

I made history, you told that
I achieved something great, and you acknowledged and spread the word about it.


Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
The most genuine and authentic things I have written are in my notepad.


Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats
I haven't been left behind in the game, and there are no statistics to measure my success.


Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack
Pay me what I deserve, and I won't show any leniency or take it easy on you.


Put that shit on wax
Record and release that material.


You know 'bout the grind
You are familiar with the hard work and effort I put in.


I put in work in that overtime
I work harder and longer than the average person, going beyond regular hours.


Clocking in at 9, clocking out at 9
I start and end my workday at the same time, putting in consistent hours.


Cut the motherfuckin' cheque
Pay me the money I deserve without hesitation.


Get to shoppin' now
Start buying things right away.


Here we go again, smoke up 'til the sunny sky
I'm repeating the same behavior, smoking until the sky clears.


I ain't been to sleep since the other night
I haven't slept since the previous night.


My baby know I'm always late to supper times
My partner knows I'm consistently late for dinner.


So she leave it in the stove
She keeps the food warm by leaving it in the oven.


With the oven light on
To maintain warmth, she leaves the light on in the oven.


Keep it warm for a nigga 'til I'm back home
She keeps the food warm for me until I return home.


Put it to my mouth like a saxophone
I eat the food quickly and enthusiastically, comparing it to playing a saxophone.


Batphone, text on the Samsung
Using a secret phone, I send text messages on my Samsung device.


And the realest shit I wrote was a ransom
The most genuine thing I wrote was like a demand for money or retribution.


Young, handsome nigga with a
I'm a young and attractive person with


Hand full of money
Loads of cash in my hand.


I blow it baby, if you bust a dance move
I'm willing to spend the money if you show me a good dance move.


Drive my tyre in Miami Vice on a boat
I stylishly cruise around on a boat like in the show Miami Vice.


Blazin', no tyres, no buttons
I'm driving fast with no tires or buttons, representing a reckless and wild lifestyle.


Just my tattoos
My body art is the only thing I need to show.


How I'm feelin', play like I invented
I act and show off as if I'm the creator or originator of the feeling I possess.


I brought the old me back for new beginnings
I revived my old self to start fresh and begin anew.


Where we from now make it to my lifespan
The place we come from will remain significant for my entire life.


And you could blame my daddy
If I exhibit behavior associated with being easily offended or sensitive, you can attribute it to my father.


If I'm actin' light skinned
If I'm behaving in a manner associated with being overly sensitive or emotional.


My ambitions in designer, Dolce & Gabanna
I aspire to have high-end fashion ambitions, specifically with brands like Dolce & Gabbana.


All this courtesy champagne
I'm surrounded by a large quantity of expensive champagne.


While I'm shoppin' got a nigga thrown
While I'm shopping, I attract attention and envy from others.


I'm 'bout buy the whole store
I'm considering purchasing the entire store.


In the dressin' room
I'm currently in the area of the store where you try on clothes.


Bitch keep peakin' through the door
An individual, likely a woman, keeps peeking through the door to see what I'm doing.


Bathroom break, prolly' sneakin'
Taking a break to go to the bathroom, likely engaging in activities secretly.


Geekin' on the low
Excited and enthusiastic while maintaining a low profile and not drawing attention.


Skiin' through the slopes
Moving swiftly and effortlessly through various situations or locations.


One thing is for sure
There is one thing that is certain.


You ain't gotta say yes if
You don't have to agree or approve if


I offer you the drugs
I present or propose the idea of using drugs.


I'm a bad influence but I'm
I have a negative impact on others, but I am


Better than I was, baby
Improving myself and my actions compared to the past.


Used to hit the dirty money with the suds
I used to clean or launder illegal money using deceptive methods.


Now I walk over the road
Now I dominate and confidently navigate any situation or challenge.


Big show in the club, baby
I have a significant presence and attract attention in the club scene.


My mama tell me never fear no one
My mother always advises me to never be afraid of anyone.


Grab the blunt by the neck and I chokeslam
I take control of a marijuana joint, figuratively choking it into submission.


Might show up to the beach with my own sand
I might go to the beach and bring my own sand, indicating my unique and extra prepared nature.


I brought the whole thing and these hoes in
I brought everything I needed and attracted female attention.


Kurt Cobain, you know where the shot go
Similar to Kurt Cobain, who famously died from a gunshot, you know the consequence of my actions.


I just need a refill, I'm tryna reload
I simply need more of something, as I'm attempting to replenish and be ready for the next round.


I made history, you told that
I achieved something great, and you acknowledged and spread the word about it.


Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
The most genuine and authentic things I have written are in my notepad.


Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats
I haven't been left behind in the game, and there are no statistics to measure my success.


Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no slack
Pay me what I deserve, and I won't show any leniency or take it easy on you.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BRIAN COLLINS, PIERRE SENECAL, JOHN MCGEE, JOHN STOLES

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