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letra de the slums - simms

[intro]
(black)
(hybred)
(rich dreams for me)

[verse]
i’m really a goat
no joke, they double-seal what i smoke, then i float
i’ma be rich from all the sh-t that i wrote, just keep hope
tell my family i’ma give ’em the most
’cause when you die, only thing that you gon’ get is a post, the world cold
think about it while i’m writin’ these quotes, the flow dope
blowin’ smoke down the street as i coast, my city gross
somebody died, n0body knows
regular sh-t, they either got shot or they overdosed
sh-t nasty, come to this rappin’, they can’t pass mе
city on my back and i dare a rapper to tag me
evеrything i say, you can fact-check
i make a hundred every summer, boy, i give a f-ck about a rap check
plug talk, when the pack hit i do the plug walk
rack for a verse and every time i go the f-ck off
you won’t see me in no [club soft?]
but you will see me in the trap and grabbin’ tabs up, droppin’ drugs off
all facts, try to talk to god, he ain’t talk back
men and women lie, numbers don’t, that’s what you call stats
ridin’ for the family until the tires is all flat
all these mumble rappers have me thinkin’ i should fall back
heh, but i think it is the opposite
i’m on top of sh-t, all this profit done got my pockets thick
whole city poppin’ sh-t or they shootin’ up dope
got it lookin’ like a f-ckin’ zombie apocalypse
i just wanna make it out, any threat, we take it out
i’m about to re-up, when i get back i’ma shake the town
known for bringin’ flavors out, gotta take the safest route
got the crib full of bags like a vacation house
this the slums way, it really get messy
price doubles when you cut it, but it triples with fetti
trap house always steady so i gotta keep a working phone
they know i’m known to keep grams like a nursing home
real rap, cut the lies that you jottin’ down
all these squares get outta shape when i’m not around
it’s five stimmys if you put what’s in my pockets down
i would tell you to pull up and see, but you’re not allowed
this the jungle, coke keys and bundles
coldies that hustle, got caught and fumbled
police that’s crooked, dope fiends that struggle
either way you put it, don’t n0body love you, this the slums

- simms

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