Текст песни Slums - Moonie900

When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come
My mamas was working when they needed help
They depend on they sons
Before we got to school we was playing with guns

I came out the slums where aint nothing
But niggas that's killing and serving that butter
You can't trust them niggas around you
They gon try to down you
That's how that shit get in the gutter
Ya man's will cross you even if you his brother
Your bitch will cross you if you show her you love her
Where I'm from you end up in a grave or sit in a cage
On my side it aint nothing but trouble
Poverty stricken that's just how we living
You gon be a suspect or gon be a victim
You kill one of us then it can't be forgiven
Retaliation is a must we gon get him
We sending a fuck nigga up no repenting
We demons you know we grew up off of killing
No lacking I feel like I'm stuck on my glizzy
Where he play he gon die bitch it's up like a ceiling
Mask on strapped up 9700 where I play
When I get the drop and find out where he stay
Imma slide on a opp and rock out with lil Zayy
I won't hide, by my glock and pop out no delay
On my side they gon send them shots out It aint safe
Put a nigga in the wood Take a hit to the face
Slide through a nigga hood get him hit no case
Get him hit no case

We come from the slums
Where it wasn't no food on our plate so we had to get full off of crumbs
Our daddies in prison
Our mamas was working
When they needed help they depend on they sons
Grew up in fucked up environments
Way before we got in school
We was playing with guns
When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come
We come from the slums
Where it wasn't no food on our plate so we had to get full off of crumbs
Our daddies in prison
Our mamas was working
When they needed help they depend on they sons
Grew up in fucked up environments
Way before we got in school
We was playing with guns
When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come

We came from the bottom now we headed to the top
It was just me and my brother
We didn't have no choice
We was thuggin and druggin
Applying pressure so we stayed in trouble
We stayed at war so we was clutchin and bussin
Getting off the pack became nothing
You want your sack? I'll serve you something
You want your grave? I'll bury something
Pistol pack Moonie strap on our side, It aint safe
Can't come playing on Forest Lane
It's all about a murder case
Problem child wild side get live don't try
Mama's end up crying
Son's end up dying
It's all facts, I can't lie
You can see the pain in my eyes
I been stepped outside
It hurted way worse when I heard it was mine
97 Double 0
You know a nigga stayed on his grind
I'll be lying if I said I was fine
Nawf'd up I'm not your kind
When you cross me you cross that line
Double up your profit
If you don't you need to stop it
I'm plugged in socket
I'm taking off rocket
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We come from the slums
Where it wasn't no food on our plate so we had to get full off of crumbs
Our daddies in prison
Our mamas was working
When they needed help they depend on they sons
Grew up in fucked up environments
Way before we got in school
We was playing with guns
When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come
We come from the slums
Where it wasn't no food on our plate so we had to get full off of crumbs
Our daddies in prison
Our mamas was working
When they needed help they depend on they sons
Grew up in fucked up environments
Way before we got in school
We was playing with guns
When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come

When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come

Our mamas was working when they needed help they depend on they sons
Before we got in school we was playing with guns