Slum Livin’
Slum livin' I been on my shit since ‘96
Wipe my shoulders I'm a soldier
Made it out the trench
Still slammin' and you youngins
On that dummy shit
I live it up true school, stuntin' shit
Let me squeeze for you jackets
Tryna run the kid
On everything WS be on they shit
Fightin' cases like a mobster right
In front of them
Often it's work round the corner
From my mama crib
Corner stores like extortion when
I'm on the hit this for your troubles, baby
Your token a couple chips
Chip in the engine I could dip in a minute
My bitch pushin' a rental ran
Us a couple of pennies
When they dented the Hemi y'all
Nearly ruined my image
All you haters was hatin' as
If I couldn't deliver
I ain't new to this system
Not cool with Officer friendly
But I offer a service
No servin' women or children
This a cold world and when I'm
In the city I'm chillin'
I'm in the country I'm lunchin' it's
Big Re in the building
Slum livin' I been on my shit since ‘96
In my tender teens, smokin' Heineken
Wipe my shoulders I'm a soldier
Made it out the trench
This might be obvious
I'm on my Sleepwalker shit
Make money money, make money money, money
It go make money money, make money money
Money (You can't take it from me
Reezy I'm still summin', yea)
Been slummin' since '86 I made
Hundreds to play the strip
I made a grip and spent like most
Of my bread on the latest kicks
I paint a pic if niggas faces
Is blurry I change the script
I'm Taratino sip, y'all niggas ice tea
Undercover befrieindin' Nino
I get a ton a kilo
From the border I put that
Word on my daughter
Get the order if it's COD I gotta applaud ya
That's cash on delivery
Rappers try and mimic me
I'm clinically the best nigga spittin'
Check out my synergy
The world famous still grippin' that pearl
Load a clip, point at your memory tree
That nigga like Kennedy
Word to my enemy, make ya niggas remember me
Identically resembling God
Niggas repent to me
One song always keepin' my gun warm
Record a blessing, I torch a session
Word to my unborn
I been on my shit too Remo
It's that shit right here Ka$h
Let's get some cash heinekens
Slum livin' I been on my shit since ‘96
Maybe it was ‘86 I always did some crazy shit
But back in 9-6 I would fly bricks
I95 rida, make a nigga mind drift
I'm on Bad Boy, why I wanna fly bricks
I shoulda been home, that Montana syndrome
But Tony in a nigga blood
Then the one tiger, the Porche, the mansion
Nigga what versace shirt, Versace shoes
I'mma get this money I don't
Care what Akhi do
Back then I had an ignorant attitude
But TVs in the truck'll make them
Hood niggas mad at you
Condos with the flat screen
Drug dealer rap kings
Wild boys that clap things
If it's white in the square
Than I wrap things
I thank God that I made it out back then