Slumdogs Lyrics

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