Slums

Nah I ain't gone,

Grew up in the slums so we came to get it on

Grew up in the hood so we came to get it on

Grew up in this world so we came to get it on

We on, they wanna talk about ice but they ain't make it shorter

Kids in Africa cool so they ain't save no water

2012 coming soon we ain't taking orders

And if you wanna make it an issue we make it for you

'Cause we ain't never had nothing home waiting for us

Hottest whip I seen in the hood, Ford Taurus

And more more the late nights they fall for it

Mama says stay up in the floor 'cause them balls rolling

We ain't know anybody running that was 4 door and

We was busy tryin' to stay out of the Dean's office

Or coffin, friends that was lost in

Used to sell ticks now they Boston

Acting like they only wanted cake I wanted frosting

Now look at me, I'm already hot they not they the frosting

Who woulda knew back then they would've lost it

I'm on my first time around they exhausted

Nah I ain't gone,

Grew up in the slums so we came to get it on

Grew up in the hood so we came to get it on

Grew up in this world so we came to get it on

We on, I ain't going , I ain't leaving though

Fuck what they think about me we now they gon' need me though

See I do this for er'body that read me though

If you don't understand than you don't need to know

See though I could care less about being a hero

The shorter Jackson I got a Philadelphia ego

From 0 I'm trying to get that Philadelphia cheese though

For stake outs for leave stone they repo our lingo

Then put in different streets though the coppers know where we go

But even though that's the case they will never know what we know

We know prisoners that are mine native CO

They rather see us riding setting small like a GO

I'm give 'em a sign cancer, leo

If they don't understand me by now they need a GO Beef

Fuck what they say though ever since kindergarden

Now they wanna play dough fuck I gotta hate for

When you're number 1 what the fuck you gotta rate for

I need my chick a 10 knocking oops like pay oh

We wanted leave money they street money ao

Patrone and a shot of that OJ mayo

Nah I ain't gone,

Grew up in the slums so we came to get it on

Grew up in the hood so we came to get it on

Grew up in this world so we came to get it on

We on, man I grew up in the slums that got me out

Fucking up in high school mom wanted me out

Took a flight to Arizona I ain't wanna leave

Same people I left still on their mother couch

I tried to call 'em and talk to 'em about bigger things

Bigger life better bitches and bigger dreams

But the hood really a trap shit that what it seems

Dedicate your life to the game but never get a ring

Randy getting older,mom getting surgery , friends getting colder

Same garden snakes from before they turn to cobras

Was a bitch in high school now he 5 years older

Tried to get a nigga with him so he go and buy ratchet

But he don't wanna shoot it he just want to make a statement so he flash it

To a nigga that's really about it that blast it

Now his mom gotta look of him from a casket

College ain't teach me shit the hood I the master

Stuck up in this hot ass basement we never had shit

And they got the nerve to ask me if I last it

Shit I'm still here right that mean I passed it

Privaledge

Nah I ain't gone,

Grew up in the slums so we came to get it on

Grew up in the hood so we came to get it on

Grew up in this world so we came to get it on