The Slums ft. Zhay & Godfrey Lyrics

Ay,

Jack of all trades since I was 10

Niggas lookin' at me now like I ain't been a nigga I always been

Forever grateful for the ones that kept it a 10, Add another zero, I'm now my hometown's favorite hero

Cause I done made it out the slums where niggas never make it out

Yeah, my dad was shot and killed, I never thought I would amount to greatness

Portsmouth nigga came from the pavement

All those hard nights sleepin' in basements made me stronger than ever

I'll live forever for my nigga that's gone

It's funny how the time pass, it doesn't feel like you're gone

I feel your energy present, I know that you up in heaven

I know you smilin' down, I promise I'll make you proud

Mama please don't cry, I told you we'll be okay

I'm workin' every single day, I told you I'll make a way

Can't have you stressin' over bills, can't have you takin' them pills

Can't have you callin' out of work, some people can't even feel

What it's like to be alone in your thoughts

When you have no power to talk to

You Contemplatin' your thoughts,

Should you blow your brain or your nostrils

Lord knows money come and goes, that's just how it goes

Different day, same shit, nigga, I don't wanna fold

Seen so many niggas give up on their dreams

It often seem like it's harder, but it's harder when you get older and start to realize

Some individuals need a visual, who am I?

Long as you scrapin' your paper and keep an open mind

My mother raised a man, disciplined with open hands

I'm hopin' you understand, I'm pressed with makin' a stand

I'm conversatin' with God, you niggas movin' his hand

(Like, like what)

You should be ashamed, never model a lame (what)

Time heals all, you gotta refrain (what)

I said it was a box, they call it a frame

You gotta know this growth, and move out of pain

Still celebratin' small wins

I stayed down and stood on all ten, they hopin' it will all end

But I'm a bull inside the lion's den

You want proof, then come find it then, we ones who inspired them

On instrumentals, we devoured them

On nights when it was quiet then, I'm off to a higher realm

Opportunities came, but it felt pessimistic

Nowadays to myself, and these thoughts are vindictive

Plus I grew up ignorant, both parents immigrants

Stomach on E, never received food stamp benefits

Good grades in school never guaranteed me a scholarship

So I'm out stealin' shit, I might rob the innocent

Sendin' prayers to the Lord, cause know I'm gonna sin again

In need the help, cause the cycle could be staggerin

Gotta roll a L for these thoughts that I've been gatherin

Gotta stay equipped with all these skills that I've been masterin