Love For My Slum - N-Dubz

I’ve never had love for the feds but I’ve always had love for my slum

I’m addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up, brap

See it never used to come that easy

And I was just sliding my way

I dunno how I did it but I will carry on 'til the die that I day

I ain’t gonna lie, mama tried the best to bring me up right

Guess it never worked, she always cries

I was always involved in crime from the age of 9

Music got me find of famous, now they want a piece of pie

Blud I’m blowin' up the scene, but I dunno where my bed is

I smoke so much weed cause I dunno where my head is

I might have some fame but I’m still low on credit

Management love the money, someone tell me where my bread is

I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs

But I don’t understand them, they’re very very loved

They don’t wake up in the morning to see man pipin' dubs

Or have to worry about the goons with the .38 snubs

You got too much to lose, you’re in a great position

How can you be hood if my whole frickin' flat is smaller than your kitchen?

You wouldn’t last a minute where I’m from, you’d go missin'

So appreciate what you’ve got cause, with that I’m still wishin', brap

I’ve never had love for the feds but I’ve always had for my slum

I’m addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up, brap

See it never used to come that easy

And I was just sliding my way

I dunno how I did it but I will carry on 'til the die that I day

I ain’t gonna lie, I make broke look good, more time I supply

Just tryna get by, you should never ask me why

I smoke 'til my lips split

They always send me dry to stop movin' like a criminal

Is what I try but you live by the roads

By the roadside you die

I real in every situation, should make man humble like pie

I’ve never had love for the feds cause they don’t give man alibi

They holdin' man under arrest, takin' time out of my life

Once time’s taken, time can’t take back

We’re from a place where it’s all B and C cats

Some real most idiots, mommy’s tryin' hard, we can see that

Once the road takes the youths, they won’t be back

I get love on the road, I got feedback

Never had it, but I’m takin' the scene back

Any trap that’s bangin' rubber, I weed that

Never had it for long, follow and trust me they need that

Push ya hand up in the air and give me that

I’ve never had love for the feds but I’ve always had for my slum

I’m addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up, brap

See it never used to come that easy

And I was just sliding my way

I dunno how I did it but I will carry on 'til the die that I day

'Til the day that I die

Na na naii

Come along

How’s ya day?

What you wat?

Same old

I’m livin' wrong

I’m in the stud' makin' moves

I’m on the roads movin' food

Either way we’re makin' paper

Makin' paper

Dapz

I’m mister Baker

You won’t get us on ya stage unless it’s 5 bills or over

Knockin' doors like our CD like a witness from Johova

So where’s the bitch Lola?

I should have brought her over

So she could suck the

All my mandem are dark

Everyone eats like they’re sharks

Been through so much different shit

The pain will never leave my heart

I’ll make you shit ya pants like gettin' stuck with food in your car

So I suggest you listen close, trust me you could be a star

So what do ya think?

Do ya still wanna live like me and him?

You make me sick

You talk gun talk

You ain’t even seen the stick

Don’t be upset, why do ya have to cry

Na na naii

'Til the day that we die

I’ve never had love for the feds but I’ve alway had for my slum

I’m addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up, brap

See it never used to come that easy

And I was just sliding my way

I dunno how I did it but I will carry on 'til the die that I day

I’m afraid that’s all you getting, goodnight

God bless

And when you wake up in the mornin'

Try not to be stressed

I wish I had what you had

I ain’t got nothin', my life’s a mess

So be thankful for your situation

Stop actin' like a pest

I’m afraid that’s all you’re getting, goodnight

God bless

And when you wake up in the mornin'

Try not to be stressed

I wish I had what you had

I ain’t got nothin', my life’s a mess

So be thankful for your situation

Stop actin' like a pest