| Lyrics | Hook
Slum is they you say
But Home is what we make it
Slum is what they say
But home will never make it
Verse
I got my sub rockin, don’t do drug talking
Plug walking, askin for thugs stalking
Slugs drippin, ear lugs blocked from tough lippin
Scuff scraping, life of a rough christian
Who loved mischief, loved the thrill of confrontation
Often screaming, no other contemplated
His conversations
They called it convoluted, a subject of condemnation
And Thats just confirmation
That shit is cold breathe out feel the condensation
Hate for the roots fuck it, salutations
Won't have my value taken by subjective valuations
The rest is a freestyle..
Uh, Won't fuckin edit my etiquette uh
Regimen specimens askin for specialities, like
I ain't been touted my whole life
We know we roll nice
You know i’ll go the fuckin whole nine
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Hook
Slum is they you say
But Home is what we make it
Slum is what they say
But home will never make it |
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