Slumdogs

I need a rack on me
Made me a slum dog
Getting the pack for free
That's when I feel a thing
Twisted me off them folks, I wouldn't have chose a fucking thing
For my momma had the benz we had to wip da green
Smoked a pound I'm of my ass I'm feeling a king
Caught my father stare from cross the sea, he spiting me
Thought my brother how to lie, he ain been honest since
Not wit me, and I can say the same we both is bleed
Free my folks until I die and you better cross em T's
Dot yo I eyes watch yo mans that Jackson lean aint free

You getting emotional
Your faith isn't going through
You facing the facts
Like bro you ain cut fa dues
My bother an bleed fa you
You calling fa change
Gold on my neck the sign of the progress and range
Fuck is the game you play
How is you still in the room, the niggas you thought was you, they Judas for free
Devil aint back fo folks but I see em the same when jakes approach
We riding wit ten I see, me n my n 9 we Kenan and Kel deep
Deep n the ghetto, playing mind tricks
This aint time risk
Need me a five hit
Thought me a different man when shit got to rocking
Fuck is the point in breathing when wings ain gon fly bitch
Toss me a stone, take me mile, feel like when David slew
Goliath in hand, Saul at the back, God in my mind and faith in a strap



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Dairo
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