Slums - T5

Dear Heavenly Father

I come to you in a depressed time

Show me the way

Raised in the slums with drugs and Killers

No one alive but God could hear us

They leave the streets in blood so cold

The realest story never told

Baptized in crack baby (crack baby)

Whippin' the corner to get it

Stacks of the paper increase

And so do my feelings of greed

I gotta make it, I gotta get it

Bitches mean nothing to me

And folding is never an option

Unless we talking bout ops

Converse with the boss mane

Me, myself and I

Codeine to morphine

Is me to the enemies eye

You need a piece of mine?

Keep this piece right by my side

You keep your peace my G

2 W’s with one 3, lets slide

Raised in the slums with drugs and Killers

No one alive but God could hear us

They leave the streets in blood so cold

The realest story never told

The greatest work is always done in silence (I)

Just keep it moving in my Nikes, till I find New Balance

These hating niggas and these hoes tryna stop my shine

But this is God Complex, not human design

Dont know why they tryna knock me off my pivot

Pick and roll you set the screen and now I’m winning

Keep a guard on all this energy I’m givin'

Ahh, look at how we livin'

Raised in the slums with drugs and Killers

No one alive but God could hear us

They leave the streets in blood so cold

The realest story never told

Outro

You know, as I break this weed down and I

I pour up this double cup

It’s a lot of pain on a nigga heart you know what I’m sayin'

Just gotta, ease the pain sometimes you know what I’m sayin'