Live From The Slumz ft. Method Man Lyrics

Yeah

Coming live from the slums shit

High for a month bitch

Nah high for a lifetime

Im not in my right mind

I'll grip the 9 and take the bread thats on his timeline

Tryna be a millionaire shit he better use a life line

I snapped dog

Wasn't this bad dog

I held it all in til I fucking went mad dog

Cant fuck with the stray dog

Im where they spray K's you at k mart

Y'all hang with child actors cant take part

Ok you played A part

But still you cant play yours

I be up and down your hood like that shit a campaign tour

And they fucking love me there they call me the savior

They say that I save lives but I'd never save yours

Forever got hate for

All these Macaulay Culkins must got scoliosis

Sleep on me, ill never leave your home alone

Some neverhome shit yeah

They say we beefing but I never notice

They dont really got the power I'll dead and ghost em

Bend your block in a new beamer

Shoulda got two seater

Cause its only ever me and your boo or a new diva

I get turned off if she too eager

Too turnt up like I never knew meters, I spew heaters

They turned on me, now they talking this static

Ill turn em all the way down like I'm finding the address

Its my turn now, shit I hope that I been dramatic

I been erratic, Neverhome til I'm in a casket pussy

I been high for a month, coming live from the slums yeah yeah

Just to stay alive where I'm from is a grind where I'm from yeah yeah

And I bet they all hope that I fall down

Where there aint at all hope, shit is dark now

Wonder where they all go when it falls down

Live from the slums now

Coming live from the slums trick

Run and get your gun trick

You aint from the slums you better go back where you from trick

The captain got your tongue trick?

Wanna flap your gums, I'm ain't the one to flap your guns with

Get jumped for tryna jump ship

Drag you till you drug sick

This chick I call her candy love that fun stick

But that powder candy aint for fun dip

Son spit that fire keep the sun lit

Son Im in my bag, I'm making sun chips

A can of orange soda that's that Sunkist

Who run this?

Just one wish

You are just a runner, better run quick

Cause one slip

Run and find a reverend you can run with

You one trick ponys all bologna, Oscar Myer

I'll take you and your Messiah

You a liar then the gun click

I am not a sucker no not one bit

When you hear that "Suuuu" thats the 1 6

All they need is one mic, all I need is one clip

And the right to exercise it, coming live from the slums trick

(Yeah! Woo)

I been high for a month, coming live from the slums yeah yeah

(Neverhome shit, gllttt)

Just to stay alive where I'm from is a grind where I'm from yeah yeah

(Killa Hill shit)

And I bet they all hope that I fall down

(Body Town West Brighton)

Where there aint at all hope, shit is dark now

(Yeah!)

Wonder where they all go when it falls down

Live from the slums now

RIP to all my enemies and anyone who ever tried to bury me closed

I know its fucking with they soul we back in this bitch heavily

Back in this bitch heavenly

Live from Paradise

Live from

Live from where they dead everything

Paradise Madman

You would never understand