Love For My Slum

I've never had love for the feds

But I've always had love for my slum

I'm addicted to these streets like a mom is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up

See, it never used to come that easy

And I was just lying my way

I don't know how I did it but

I will carry on till I die

Yeah, and I ain't gonna lie now

Mama tried the best to bring me up right

Guess it never worked, she always cries

I was well involved in crime

From the age of nine, music got me kind of famous

Now they want a piece of pie

Blood I'm blowin' up the scene

But I don't know where my bed is

I smoke so much weed

'Cause I don't know where my head is (Fucked)

I might have some fame but I'm still low on credit

Management love the money

Someone tell me where my bread is?

I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs

But I don't understand them, they're very, very loved

They don't wake up in the morning to see mom pippin' dubs

I have to worry about them goons with the .38 snubs

You got too much to lose, you're in a great position

How can you be hood

If my whole freakin' flat is smaller than your kitchen?

You wouldn't last a minute where I'm from

You'd go missin'

So appreciate what you got 'cause for that I'm still wishin'

I've never had love for the feds

But I've always had love for my slum

I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up

See, it never used to come that easy

And I was just lying my way

I don't know how I did it but

I will carry on till I die

Yeah, and I ain't gonna lie now

I make broke look good

More time I supply

Just tryin' to get by

You should never ask my why I smoke till my lips split

Puff that always set me dry

To stop movin', like a criminal is what I try

But you live by the roads

By the roadside, you die

I real in every situation, make man humble like pie

I've never had love for the feds

'Cause they don't give man alibi

They holdin' me under arrest

Takin' time out of my life

Once time's taken, time can't take back

We're from a place where it's to be, and see cats

Some real most idiots

Mommy's tryin' hard, we can see that

Once the road takes the youths, they won't be back

I get love on the road, I've got feedback

Never had it, but I'm takin' the scene back

Any trap that's bangin' rubber, I weed that

Never had it, so follow along, trust, they need that

Push your hand up in the air and give me that

Freeze, rubber man

I've never had love for the feds

But I've always had love for my slum

I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up

See, it never used to come that easy

And I was just lying my way

I don't know how I did it but

I will carry on till I die

Till the day that I die

Na, na, nai, hows your day?

What you want?

Same old

I'm living wrong

I'm the stud's, makin' moves

I'm on the road movin' food

Either way, we're makin' paper

Makin' paper

D-A-P's

I'm mister baker

You won't get us on your stage unless it's five bills or over

Knock your door and sell our CD like a witness form Jehovah

So wheres the bitch, Lola?

I should've brought her over

So she can suck the whole of

Finsbury Park

All my men them are dark

They're on east like the sharks

Been through so much different shit

The pain will never leave my heart

I'll make you piss your pants

Like gettin' stuck with food in your car

So I suggest you listen close

Trust me, you could be a star

So what do you think?

Do you still wanna live like me and him?

You make me sick

You talk and talk

You ain't even seen a stick

Don't be upset, why'd you have to cry?

Na, na, nai, till the day that we die

I've never had love for the feds

But I've always had love for my slum

I'm addicted to these streets like a mom is to her kids

So all my people in the slum, put your hands up

See, it never used to come that easy

And I was just lying my way

I don't know how I did it but

I will carry on till I die

I'm afraid it's all you're gettin', good night

God bless

And when you wake up in the morning

Try not to be stressed

I wish I had what you had

I ain't got none, my life's a mess

So be thankful for your situation

Stop actin' like a pest

I'm afraid it's all you're gettin', good night

God bless

And when you wake up in the morning

Try not to be stressed

I wish I had what you had

I ain't got none, my life's a mess

So be thankful for your situation

Stop actin' like a pest