Living in a slum, hoping i could at least have a green thumb
Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.
I come from the slum, bitch i ain't gonna front
Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government
Im still the slum dog, millionaire
Day and night are my 'posites rare
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed
I needed to become saved before another dumb day before i get slum craved
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