Slums

Dearly beloved
I wanna dedicate this song
To all my refugees around the world
My shottas
My zoes
HM
All the sets around the world
One gang now

Little shotta boy
We gon make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes... yeah

Life's like a Carnival everyday
But we stay sucka free, no clown face
'Cuz ya boy's Bugs Bunny, jumping for the carrots
Repeatin' everything to the feds like parrots
But all I see's the future ahead
A new start like when I cut off my dreads
Statistically I ain't even supposed to be here
Bad Christmas, I never seen a reindeer
You beat me, we all got an ego
You sniffin' on that hulk though,
Lou Ferringo
We go eight
Y'all just pose like ya'll killas
I know Kingkong when I see him
Y'all I'm a guilla guerrilla
If I had to face pressure
Squeeze the crack so far up ya ass
That you woke up with an ulcer
Yeah, and the homies that I know
They either deported
Or they ain't comin' home no more

Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah

I'm just trying to make it out the slums
And turn our dreams into reality
Little shotta boy I'll hold you down
Until the day they come and bury me
Queen of the castle
The leader of the pack
I send my troops into battle
Sexy and classy
But don't let it fool ya
You could catch me in the cut
Posted up wit that ruger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I follow my calling
If you could picture me broke then
You could picture me ballin
American gangsta
The Haitians behind me
District 13 posted up
If you boys wanna come find me
And my shootas stay with me
A natural born leader
I'm the OG of the block
I testify like the preacher
All my niggas that's with me
Take a puff of that reefer
I don't do it for myself
I do this shit for my people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah

I'm by the river
Gon' come get near me
God, ain't touch me
I ain't sleep yet
I'm by the river
Please be patient
God ain't touch me
I ain't sleep yet

Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Madeline Nelson, Branden Washington, Jamika Deshazer, Antoine Darion, Jacob Raphel Washington
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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