$lums Lyrics

We from the slums

I cannot run

You take the boy from the hood

Can't take hood from my stomach

All the shit that I stomached

Ima outcast

Cast out goodie two shoes

Lose lose, loop hole

Hold on, untie

Holy than thou

I go thru

I organize the noise in my dungeon

Been a big boy since being the king of rebounds

The ops suggest I bounce back with girls

In relationships

Unneccessary to recount

The king of rebounds

RPG

Ain't playing no role

Pick & roll

I'm posting on the block

Sky rocketing like I'm Andre Drummond

I'm cavalier on not having a pot I could've pissed in

You a sore loser

Stand out like a sore

Thumbing through a check aye

I'll deflate your ego

For you poking out your chest aye

Say it with your chest aye

Hold grudges you don't find it funny anymore

Not my fault

Mark breaking new grounds

Like a level 7 earthquake, aye

Aye aye, Ali aye aye

Common, tate tate

Dance Dance Rev with the devil, merengue

I'm Infinite stories high

Dead pres represent muah

Join democracy

You devoted to the campaign

Come play

Brief summary of the street order

Its rock

Paper say shoot

And I ain't making reference to the hand game

Nigga we from the slums

And I cannot run from it

You take the boy from the hood

Cant take hood from my stomach

From all the shit that I stomached

From all the mess that I stomached

I was TTG

I was headed down the wrong track

Train to go

Bleed the same however the talent unmatched

Bleed the same however the talent unmatched

I'll do a victory lap again nigga run that

I threaten the train conductors

And departed from the train station

Patient

I'm dead focused

I'm why terminate is in the word determination

Patient

Better call Saul for the salvation

I'm breaking bad habits

Sleep is the cousin of death

And Generation Z Mark is here to collect

Collect call for having the tech under my pillowcase

Anyway

Technicalities

I use to hang with jocks

And it's flattering

Marky grew up to be a weirdo

But Quote on quote

At least I'm aware though

Perception is reality

Nigga

We from the slums

And I cannot run from it

You take the boy from the hood

Can't take hood from my stomach

From all the shit that I stomached

From all the mess that I stomached

And that's word to my dead

I'm dedicated

Jump off vert

Straight up

My foundation

One of a different make up

I can't blend in

Somehow, I still integrate aye

I'm saying blood like I gang bang

Monkey see what monkey do

I'm saying blood referring to a great ape

That's word to my dead

I'm dedicated

Skimming off the budget

A nigga sell you short and celebrate it