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
De'juan - Out The Slums Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: DEJUAN JULIAN MARTIN, ROBIN JULIAN ROZARIO
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: De'juan
Language: English
Length: 4:17
Written by: DEJUAN JULIAN MARTIN, ROBIN JULIAN ROZARIO