From the Slums (feat. Shawn Vel)

Hmmmm yeah yeah Man (yeah yeah) Suburban ass niggas will never relate to me You hear me Straight up Hmmmmm My momma was a crack fiend My daddy was a crack fiend My brother was a dope boy My sister was a queenpin I gotta be honest I'm from the trenches Selling something really part of my lineage Since 13 I been handling business Risk for a profit my lifestyle relentless (baby I) I can't really tell you about this rap shit nigga But I can write a book on some trap shit nigga I'm from the slums We ate on crumbs Ain't have no money I wanted me some I can't complain I get mine how it come Know I cried when I stacked my first honey bun Played the cards I was dealt Ran it up by myself Turned nothing to wealth All the risks I take bad for my health Straight up I don't know nothing else Spin my wrist til it melt (damn) Hit the block while it's wet Trying to sell it before it dry Tryna to pump it for the high I'm known for A1 supply I ain't stingy I really divide My first honey bun made me cry For my circle I really provide For my family I really provide In the trenches I really reside On the low I be strapped with that fye Think its sweet get hit with that fye (pow pow) We don't do eye for eye (at all) You try you gon die Play with me I ain't telling no lie Set it off like the Fourth of July (pow pow) All the killers want in (they beggin me) All the killers my kin Get you gone for a ten Nigga My momma was a crack fiend My daddy was a crack fiend My brother was a dope boy My sister was a queenpin I gotta be honest I'm from the trenches Selling something really part of my lineage Since 13 I been handling business Risk for a profit my lifestyle relentless I can't really tell you about this rap shit nigga But I can write a book on some trap shit nigga I'm from the slums We ate on crumbs Ain't have no money I wanted me some I can't complain I get mine how it come I cried when I stacked my first honey bun All my medicine bottles Used to have aluminum foil on the top with a hole on the side All the metal clothes hangers in the house was bent the fuck up And the ends was fried Asked my momma bout it years later to this day she'll still deny it I left it alone never brought it up again Cuz I seen it hurted her pride My sister got caught with some dope in North Charlotte In front of my face and had to do time My brother got hit in the Valley They tortured and burned him like twenty some times Moved with him just to patch up his wounds It taught me the streets ain't got no rules To this day who done it he don't have a clue Ever since then I been loose My momma was a crack fiend My daddy was a crack fiend My brother was a dope boy My sister was a queenpin I gotta be honest I'm from the trenches Selling something really part of my lineage Since 13 I been handling business Risk for a profit my lifestyle relentless I can't really tell you about this rap shit nigga But I can write a book on some trap shit nigga I'm from the slums We ate on crumbs Ain't have no money I wanted me some I can't complain I get mine how it come I cried when I stacked my first honey bun I can write a whole book about it Laugh about it now Yeah yeah yeah yeah alright