It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.
Im still the slum dog, millionaire
They tryin to say that i don't care
I come from the slum, bitch i ain't gonna front
Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent
Living in a slum, hoping i could at least have a green thumb
I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
I needed to become saved before another dumb day before i get slum craved
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed
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