Lyrics Slums - Lawren, Ty Brasel, WHATUPRG

Slums

I came from the slums, I came from the slums
Came out my slump, I came out my slump
Came from the slums, I came from the slums
Came out my slump, I came out my slump
I’m not where I oughtta be but I been on my way uh
I know they forgot bout me but I got more to say uh
God Almighty got me I don’t ever hesitate uh
God Almighty got me I don’t ever hesitate
I’ma need a little more (I'm so motivated) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (can't believe they hate it) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (out the slums I made it) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (I'm so motivated) time please oh my God
Yuh, Rappers in they pro like Derek
That’s a major key writing down these flows, I’m staring in the major leagues
But Christ came and then he had to rearrange my dreams
I’m feeling laborious it’s Robert Horry
I’m Kyrie with the king there’s no need to worry us
Hurry, get some chili bruh, cook with a crockpot
Somebody gotta tell these rappers that they not God including myself
Still got to follow the guideline.
God is here I don’t see him
Post like a eyeline but I lie, but I lie
Still praising the Father
No way for me to fall like they waiting on Autumn
Serve till shine take my spirit with all them
Tryin' give you my life when other rappers could be recordin'
My stuff’s all that it’s cold feet like Peter
I’m not fear I’m a traded Don Cheadle
I’m not Crip, but in this life they all see you yo
Quick to cut you off like, that’s taxes
Tweet about it, comment.
I’m petty like Ruslan
Tryna be faithful, don’t worry 'bout who’s on
Who’s gone, so gone better late than never
My bars self you runnin' code never late is better
I’m from the city where shots penetrate your sweater
My pen was great, pen was better
I never let up, they all about the cheddar but
I don’t feel 'em
I came from the slums, I came from the slums
Came out my slump, I came out my slump
Came from the slums, I came from the slums
Came out my slump, I came out my slump
I’m not where I oughtta be but I been on my way uh
I know they forgot bout me but I got more to say uh
God Almighty got me I don’t ever hesitate uh
God Almighty got me I don’t ever hesitate
I’ma need a little more (I'm so motivated) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (can't believe they hate it) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (out the slums I made it) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (I'm so motivated) time please oh my God
Yeah, all fide 5 solas on my mental
Style write it with a pencil, this message special
When other rappers try to digit, we give 'em Jesus
I never be the reason, I never be the answer
I never be a Phantom, I’m a fan of the Most High
I marriage, I won’t lie I hide behind a track
I’m least a real one, high still but I am back
People they come stumblin' prolly cause my stubbornness
Moved to the West but still on this Southernness
God is sovereign, that means everything yeah the government
Tryna be godly in the name of His covenant
This is my life but I ain’t really runnin' it
Like the Seahawks on the goal-line
I could see these haters from afar, I got sonar
I still spazz on 'em they can call me Omar, oh lord
Oh boy what you think about this one?
I came out my slump, I came out the slums
I live for the Son, that’s all inda ligeles
Solo Ralph Lauren they lookin' for me yuh
I was livin low though, Jesus gave me hope bro
Prayer for the ones that’s shootin' like a GoPro
You ain’t really livin' like that, that’s a no-no
Block went from horse like he starin' at the ozone
As you pass go share the Son with the whole zone
I came from the slums, I came from the slums
Came out my slump, I came out my slump
Came from the slums, I came from the slums
Came out my slump, I came out my slump
I’m not where I oughtta be but I been on my way uh
I know they forgot bout me but I got more to say uh
God Almighty got me I don’t ever hesitate uh
God Almighty got me I don’t ever hesitate
I’ma need a little more (I'm so motivated) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (can't believe they hate it) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (out the slums I made it) time please oh my God
I’ma need a little more (I'm so motivated) time please oh my God
Yeah
Young T, I’m a Son of God, ain’t nothin' can change that
I came up in Memphis, TN, my homies ride with black mask
Use a keep the kush inside the attic, dollars stuffed in a mattress
Heard 'em say nothin' good come from the slums but Jesus came from Nazareth
Oh we made it out, uh
Tryna bring the homies out now, uh
Young missionary, young spitter, young visionary, we the ones
God made, for the last days, we the true sons, won’t bow down to Babylon
Threw head first into the fire all that they surprised they looked up and seen
the Son