Gritz-Outro

(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

[Frank Sinatra]

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!