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letra de slums, pt. 2 - lawren

[intro: parris charriz]
(just trust in god)
yes lord, yes lord, yes lord
(just trust him)
(ooh)
(just trust him)
(yeah)
(he’s all you need)
thank you, lord
yes lord

(perfect)

[hook: whatuprg]
(yes lord)
i came from the slums, i came from the slums
(came from the slums, yeah, yeah)
came out my slump, i came out my slump
(came out my slump, ooh, ooh)
came from the slums, i came from the slums
(skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
came out my slump, i came out my slump

[verse 1: parris charriz]
yeah
(perfect)
i-
came out my momma
(momma)
livin’ on deck, so the hood kept me leveled up
popped out the projects
(brr)
i been on five since the hood tried to take me out
(yeah)
you should not have the automatic, yeah
(brr)
sons tried to have their way, trappin’, aye
my partner had a different kind of clapback
he gon’ grip that
send it back like kat stacks, ooh
russians from the bas-m-nt of the trap house
(trap house)
curtains, keep ’em closed in the living room
phase 10 when i saw i had no wild cards
(brr)
auntie dora still the realest in the deep, ooh
(yeah)
she the reason why i’m tryna make a feat’
(yeah)
slime seem different when you came from the street
zipper jeans, leather jacket, like the wave is a thriller
lawren gon’ ball like billups
and i’m so dedicated when i’m on my job
(job)
i go so hard
(yeah)
came from the slums
(yeah)
wave, i’m the one
(yeah)
you should try gettin’ you some
i-
left the game off emotion
emotions: sorrow, depression
i’m passin’ all of these rappers
calluses, how i’m grippin’ the ball
liftin’ it up
keepin’ it here
y’all do the simplest stuff
(perfect)
(brr)

[hook: whatuprg]
i came from the slums, i came from the slums
came out my slump, i came out my slump
came from the slums, i came from the slums
came out my slump, i came out my slump
i’m not where i oughtta be, but i been on my way, yeah
i know they forgotten me, but i got more to say, yeah
god almighty got me, i don’t ever hesitate, yeah
god almighty got me, i don’t ever hesitate
i’mma need a little more
i’m so motivated
time please, oh my god
i’mma need a little more
can’t believe they hate it
time please, oh my god
i’mma need a little more
out the slums, i made it
time please, oh my god
i’mma need a little more
i’m so motivated
time please, oh my god

(perfect)
[verse 2: byron juane]
hey, little homie, where you been at?, uh
know where your mommy and your crib at, yeah
you ain’t been around for a long, long time since you saw ’em
but this is where you rather been at, ah
they ain’t even know you lie plenty, wait
they ain’t even see you robbed here, yeah
this for all my homies who done think that i forgot
i ain’t trump, i ain’t building walls here, oh god
all praises to the most high
think i found my way up from the slums, yeah
’bout to catch my wave, 360
light a cap, you ever for an irs?
i am upset
black lives matter
conquest, and i don’t even know if i’mma be next
jesus, please don’t let me be a suspect
i need much rest
but i know it’s all in your hands
like a catch
advance, as you pass, you go
i’ve been swingin’ low
i’ve been swingin’, i’ve been snappin’
i’ve been actin’
i don’t apologize for all my actions
my hitters been trapped
and they been from the jump, so i couldn’t just switch
i’m just lettin’ you know that i came from the-
(perfect)

(perfect)

[verse 3: lawren]
i came from the slums, i came out my slump
they talk about guns, when they pull ’em, they run
it’s all about hands spinnin’ handles to the trap, boys
lever for h-ll, he ain’t switchin’ ways, no white boy
i got the word like a pc, yeah
got love for the one that freed me, yeah, yeah
they ain’t “real hard”, try ’em, like, they too fake
i just wanna make good music like lou bay
everybody hate in my mentions, like “who they?”
i’m yellin’ “who done ate the bagels?”
lawren, you got three stripes, don’t ever check you
this is for god, i thank you for god
we wasn’t odd
don’t think it’s so odd
jesus gave his blood, but it wasn’t like a blood drive
laid down his life for relent, like nola
he took the route for the father
don’t even know what it bought ’em
all them rappers is talkin’
that’s why i light up my bars
and tell ’em “honest to god.”
his body was broken and gone
fulfillin’ the law
i’m in awe [?]
i’m in awe [?]
but this not any clips
tried to hold him down, so they put the nails through his wrists
thinkin’ they could end his life, they can’t [?]
jesus came from the slums but you think this so lit
had 12 like seattle, movin’ with the whole clique, slums

(he’s all you need)

- lawren

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