Slums (feat. Cyhi the Prynce & 3d Na'tee)

Intro (Grafh)

Uh

I been outside ****

Facts

Check

Verse 1 (Grafh)

I come from a rough city

We up semis, get stuck punk, give it up, gimme

Ain't no love we don't trust any

When the plug hit me, the drugs get me the same Rollie as Puff Diddy

Twelve twelves and they come skinny, wassup with me

Got the spirit of Chinx drugs with me, bring drugs with me

This New York, think, we love Biggie

This is goon season

Through quarantine I watched funerals through a Zoom meeting

We too deep to be two seat and my whole crew eating

Put dope in a spoon then I'm spoon feeding

The veins collapse but the pain never came up

Needle stuck in the arm, but the veins never came up

Convos about trap, my fame never came up

Convos about rap, your name never came up

Blood stain, but the stains never came up, bless you

At the table, I'm the one the waiter brings the checks to, facts

Hook (Grafh)

On the way up

Get em now we got em

We from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom

So we on the way up

On the way up

We on the way up

And imma do em filthy

I be yelling free all of my **** though they guilty

On the way up

We on the way up

We on the way up

Verse 2 (CyHi Da Prynce)

See in the slums, if you slumber they leave you slumped

Standing in the sun in the summer, you just a tree in the jungle

Like **** coming to jump you that leave you stumped

Laying in the trunk of a Honda that leave you stunk

Who woulda thought all the theories of trauma that we debunked

From Decatur to the Bronx, keep a thumper, at least a pump

Play with me, then he gonna see shells like eating Conch

Fist fights in the cell may leave a lump

But we can bump, **** die tryna keep a bunk

They had us wearing orange in the county like we was monks

Released a month after trial, can't even front

Politics as usual, I learned that when we was young

Shorty I'm too fucking rich to beef with trump

No need to stunt, pockets fact come meet the Klumps

I wear I sold more tree than Cheech and Chong

The last **** ever to pull me card I beat in Tonk

Motherfucker

Hook (Grafh)

On the way up

Get em now we got em

We from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom

So we on the way up

On the way up

We on the way up

And imma do em filthy

I be yelling free all of my **** though they guilty

On the way up

We on the way up

We on the way up

Verse 3 (3D Na'Tee)

I from a section where every sixty seconds guns are blazin'

For funerals, fam sells fish plates till funds are raising

Depend on self, that's how mama's daughter and son were raised

Cause I been let down more times than Rapunzel braids

The slums a maze, I made it, I mean the slums amazed I made it

Dues I paid it, tell me they see the same fate, viewing the news on Fox 8

Got more tools than her a freak that'll take your top off like Jake

The choices are clear you can smell the despair in the air

On my way up on the wing and a prayer, the Devil there

You judging my life but you wasn't there

You can't relate to who suffer there, only the greatest come from there

Got a couple scars and cuts from there, stuff from there

But on the bright side, when you look at it, only up from there

8 ball had to stuff it there

In genitalia but that was a failure when the cops know you cause they was aware

I took the plea, streets wasn't fair

Now my name ringing, it's buzzin' now, fake friends fake cousins there

People claiming that they love me though

Surprised I haven't had enough of them

Damn

Hook (Grafh)

On the way up

Get em now we got em

We from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom

So we on the way up

On the way up

We on the way up

And imma do em filthy

I be yelling free all of my **** though they guilty

On the way up

We on the way up

We on the way up