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De’juan – Out The Slums Lyrics
De’juan
From the slums so my nigga started selling drugs Couldn't work a 9 to 5, said it's not enough Now he's locked up, celebrate no birthdays And his father just died in the worst way Young black man what are we pose to do Niggas ball, niggas rap, or a nigga shoots Where's the role models Ain't no role models No communication They just tote hollows Came into the game so misunderstood Niggas love the hood, but the hood don't love em back You a baller, or a trapper, or a rapper Plenty other options, but It's never glorified That's why, we just want to be What we see Many other people go to school and get degrees School is not for everyone But we need the positives Streets gon leave you dead or in jail That's just common sense Niggas know, but they still Play the game Swear to God I feel your pain I just hope my nigga safe Broski in the bin So his mama never see his face And he's fiening for some pussy He won't get a taste From the slums so my nigga started selling drugs Couldn't work a 9 to 5, said it's not enough Now he's locked up, celebrate no birthdays And his father just died in the worst way Young black man what are we pose to do Niggas ball, niggas rap, or a nigga shoots Where's the role models Ain't no role models No communication They just tote hollows Lord help us Please help us Lord help us Please help us Lord help us Please help us Lord help us Please help us Missing guidance If it's beef, then whose riding You ain't throwing up the set Out of my alliance Non-compliance F*ck the law I'm like a teacher I'm a trap in the winter And take the summers off Scarface, I'm a kingpin Feds kicking down the door Who the f*ck, let them in This is really serious All my kids, hearing this I can't even smoke a spliff Grab the gun I'm airing it BLAOW, BLAOW Man down shot me in the shoulder I see the white lights I think death is getting closer Is it my time If I'm not alive and your hearing the record Stay up out the streets I know you could do better From the slums so my nigga started selling drugs Couldn't work a 9 to 5, said it's not enough Now he's locked up, celebrate no birthdays And his father just died in the worst way Young black man what are we pose to do Niggas ball, niggas rap, or a nigga shoots Where's the role models Ain't no role models No communication They just tote hollows Lord save us Please save us Lord save us Please save us Lord save us Please save us Lord save us Please save us