From the Slums
Yeah Verano be the team
And I'm from the slums
(Yeah)
I was taught to keep a gun
(Yeah)
Mama ain't raise a bum
(Yeah)
Stepping in some all white ones
I'm just tryna get shit done
Hit the store and make a run
You get caught that shit no fun
Streets a drought but I got some
And my daughter growing
(Yeah)
This year she just turned one
(Yeah)
And my money growing
(Yeah)
This year it's new hun duns
(Yeah)
I told her that all this shit worth it
Since the day that I made bond
Hit the corner then I start swerving
Whole seal in my apple punch
Starving for this shit
I'm like harden with the wrist
Told my shawty get a grip
Too much fame to ride a lift
They might notice what I sip
I know my label legit
Cause they fuckin wit the kid
And I know them fools talk lip
But it's cool I gotta clip
You know how that story get
when My lil homie hit a lick
He don't charge me for the zip
Give him ya bank card
Watch him flip
Stack these chips I took a risk
I'm staying focus I can't slip
All white ones wit every fit
And I'm from the slums
(Yeah)
I was taught to keep a gun
(Yeah)
Mama ain't raise a bum
(Yeah)
Stepping in some all white ones
I'm just tryna get shit done
Hit the store and make a run
You get caught that shit no fun
Streets a drought but I got some
And my daughter growing
(Yeah)
This year she just turned one
(Yeah)
And my money growing
(Yeah)
This year it's new hun duns
(Yeah)
I told her that all this shit worth it
Since the day that I made bond
Hit the corner then I start swerving
Whole seal in my apple punch
I don't need a stylist to dress me
I can't fw shawty she messy
If you wanna try it you can test me
Everybody slidn like gretski
This some dirty soda not Pepsi
Started from the bottom like wrestling
Now I'm tryna fill up my checkings
Eating calamari like check please
Yeah, shawty going crazy baby
You know it's Verano baby
I been sippin wocky lately
Got me feeling hella shaky
They be acting like they made me
I can't hold back I need patience
Got me puffin OG daily
And I'm from the slums
(Yeah)
I was taught to keep a gun
(Yeah)
Mama ain't raise a bum
(Yeah)
Stepping in some all white ones
I'm just tryna get shit done
Hit the store and make a run
You get caught that shit no fun
Streets a drought but I got some
And my daughter growing
(Yeah)
This year she just turned one
(Yeah)
And my money growing
(Yeah)
This year it's new hun duns
(Yeah)
I told her that all this shit worth it
Since the day that I made bond
Hit the corner then I start swerving
Whole seal in my apple punch
And I'm from the slums
(Yeah)
I was taught to keep a gun
(Yeah)
Mama ain't raise a bum
(Yeah)
Stepping in some all white ones
I'm just tryna get shit done
Hit the store and make a run
You get caught that shit no fun
Streets a drought but I got some
And my daughter growing
(Yeah)
This year she just turned one
(Yeah)
And my money growing
(Yeah)
This year it's new hun duns
(Yeah)
I told her that all this shit worth it
Since the day that I made bond
Hit the corner then I start swerving
Whole seal in my apple punch
Starving for this shit
I'm like harden with the wrist
Told my shawty get a grip
Too much fame to ride a lift
They might notice what I sip
I know my label legit
Cause they fuckin wit the kid
And I know them fools talk lip
But it's cool I gotta clip
You know how that story get
when My lil homie hit a lick
He don't charge me for the zip
Give him ya bank card
Watch him flip
Stack these chips I took a risk
I'm staying focus I can't slip
All white ones wit every fit
And I'm from the slums
(Yeah)
I was taught to keep a gun
(Yeah)
Mama ain't raise a bum
(Yeah)
Stepping in some all white ones
I'm just tryna get shit done
Hit the store and make a run
You get caught that shit no fun
Streets a drought but I got some
And my daughter growing
(Yeah)
This year she just turned one
(Yeah)
And my money growing
(Yeah)
This year it's new hun duns
(Yeah)
I told her that all this shit worth it
Since the day that I made bond
Hit the corner then I start swerving
Whole seal in my apple punch
I don't need a stylist to dress me
I can't fw shawty she messy
If you wanna try it you can test me
Everybody slidn like gretski
This some dirty soda not Pepsi
Started from the bottom like wrestling
Now I'm tryna fill up my checkings
Eating calamari like check please
Yeah, shawty going crazy baby
You know it's Verano baby
I been sippin wocky lately
Got me feeling hella shaky
They be acting like they made me
I can't hold back I need patience
Got me puffin OG daily
And I'm from the slums
(Yeah)
I was taught to keep a gun
(Yeah)
Mama ain't raise a bum
(Yeah)
Stepping in some all white ones
I'm just tryna get shit done
Hit the store and make a run
You get caught that shit no fun
Streets a drought but I got some
And my daughter growing
(Yeah)
This year she just turned one
(Yeah)
And my money growing
(Yeah)
This year it's new hun duns
(Yeah)
I told her that all this shit worth it
Since the day that I made bond
Hit the corner then I start swerving
Whole seal in my apple punch
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Writer(s): Qua Thomas
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