Lyrics:
with a gun and holster
Homie I don't need to stunt
Or a ton of promotions
Stomp the streets like I'm running
With a hundred soldiers
Live with
you get heard, but I don't hear my vinyl spinning
Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning
'Cause these bright nights,
meant to be
Change is imminent
Make a choice
You gotta live wit it
Skills be limitless
I get love from all my women friends
Check the intellect
Goals
as an innocent son
From a young’n that come up from under tenement slum
Where ya raised by the sword blade, get killed by a gun
So thus, this is the way that
Blessing and blessing
But these niggas keep on stressing
And he still gone send them tests
Live my life long as he let me
Bet that gotta get my
(yeah)
The street slums, had to live it (yeah)
Stayed in a bando, I was on go
Real life I don't miss it (No)
Now we made it out the trenches (yeah)
Please
yesterday, uhh
[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
what I live by
Ain't given another life, like you ain't given another alibi
We're chained to fear, I guess that's what happens when your skin black
Like
Ha
G-herbo, humble beast, nigga
R.I.P. all my niggas, man
(C-sick)
Love and live your life (life)
Make it lavish long (make it lavish)
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me,
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
To terrorize a whole village when they go wild
And then we complain to the LC's
And when it gets worse we call the police
Responsibility a word taken lightly
that we do what we wanna, I got my diploma
Now I live my life, guided by vibes and aromas
Heard tomorrow proachin', if it comes
We'll be rolling thru yo
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
Wearing the wrong colors and it's homicide
So who's leading who the blind or the blind
You're just another body that they threw aside
Live by the gun
out where they be and we gon' hop out
Wet they block up
See the city I live in, it's a dirty place
If he gon' on Instagram, he gon' get this 38
Nigga
like birds
In the streets of the slums
We in sheets in the slums
Lead showers get dumped
But they not mad at Travis Barker
Cuz he keepin a drum
I
from what you lose nigga
So I play it smart so I can't get this shit confused
It's how you move
When you really from the slums
You know money don't
slums I stay taught myself to meditate
It was hard to pray the other day
I had enough with a smile on my face get the figures up grinding every way
by my demeanor
Cant tell me you see minimum wage, nigga fuck a cage
Dont look back on no shit dont get attached yea
Dont you stall yea yea, dont get
out how you live
We get it out the mud inside
The price you gotta pay to fame
Cause the game and the worlds to blame
The lessons that we learn
young, tryna be a rich kid
Riding on the streets like Michelin You know such a suss that'll get you in
We in VIP by the picture man I was with the plug
Yeah you looking lovely
Get you really comfy
Yeahhhh
Baby girl a dime piece
Take you to my Rari
Yeahhhh
Keys to my car
Baby girl keys to my car
Here
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