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thelonious - slumsdale. lyrics

[intro]
ау aу
shoutout my lil rapping broski ‘lonious back on the block
that real sh+t
we out here on the f+cking rex my n+gga
yo yo yo yo
let the mandem know we back outside for the summer time
shoutout nathanyl, shoutout my n+gga miggy
shoutout puffy+puff my n+gga
real silverstone sh+t
haaaaa
check

[verse 1: thelonious]
n+ggas never had it nice
certified slummers from the boulevard of bad advice
(yeah we out here on the ends n+gga)
product of the grove where n+ggas
swerved the block and ran the lights
but wе been making plans to put our peoples into lavish heights
frеsh out the side where moving civilized was ill+advised
so f+ck the world thinking they gon’ criticize
we leaving flesh wounds around the inner thighs
(brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
graduated quick to heavy labor with a wallet slim in size
and minor motions out the mud with no beginners guides
some naughty local claiming gang ties was never trained the ropes
in love with trouble so they played it close
known ’em since this rapping sh+t was still a hobby
way they moving now ya coulda sworn he made a million probably
pr+ne to pushing pound on panorama by the building lobby
lacing they suaded pumas
from broken homes of nosey neighbours and explaining rumours
momma kept me full of wishful scriptures, and flavored noodles
now we done made maneuvers
[hook: thelonious]
and i know we finna make it off the slums
(yeah still slumming, we out here f+ck n+gga)
and i know we finna make it off the slums, sh+t
(everyday struggle n+gga, whole family outta here just now)
and i know we finna make it off the slums
(you already know what it is, out here on the f+cking rex)
and i know we finna make it off the slums

[verse 2: mike shabb]
eighty five
bup bup bup bup bup bup
ayo
n+ggas can’t get a glimpse at this mindset
every time i’m on a song it’s a rhymefest
i’m still on bullsh+t n+ggas ain’t wasting my time yet
this chopper like an mpc get time stretch
i’m the youngest n+gga in my lane
when i touch fourty imma be the greatest of ’em all (let’s go)
when i touch fourty imma (let’s go)
own seven different cars (let’s go)
when i touch fourty imma (let’s go) own a fourty acres backyard
n+ggas act hard on the ‘gram but really be track stars (woo)
1954 nascar suit in a jaguar
bulletproof vest like 50 cent in a fast car
this beat sound like two musicians having a sax war
(ooooooh)
n+ggas in my city can’t believe i made it that far
police pulling up at my shows until the last song (let’s go)
imma keep it gangsta even though they want the man gone
[hook: thelonious]
and i know we finna make it off the slums
and i know we finna make it off the slums
and i know we finna make it off the slums
and i know we finna make it off the slums

[outro]
yoooo
yo ‘lonious, ‘lonious pick up your phone
you think you’re sick because bare people bump your music
you can’t ask for the mandem no more, huh?
i just called to say i rate you
i see you got a likkle bit of motion, keep grinding my g
stay blessed broski
but yo hit me back, and stop making
these likkle one two tracks like you’re roadman
you know you’re not on road like that
you know you’re not like that fam
you’re a good yute know yourself
but holla at me you know what i mean
yo link me when you’re ready seen
hahaha

- thelonious lyrics

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