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lirik lagu cory eaux - wonderful slums

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slum kind of wonderful…
slum kind of wonderful…
hey…
hey…
hey…

-yiyiyoyiyo-

(verse 1)
bless…// now remember when i drop this verse/ though you’re not at church, trust you are still seeing god at work/ going the distance so offended cuz um at that do’ jehovahs witness, money missions road to riches/ this sh-t is smoke and mirrors, i’m young enough to piece it together still i’m old enough to know the difference, what it is and it isn’t/ swear my life’s like a motion picture, or dope album with no fillers, yeaah they know my name but i don’t know them b-tches/ and lying in ya rhymes like snitching on ya co-defendant/ how you gon send him up the river, when y’all both did it/ over lost loved ones, we mourned and cried tears/ from them wonderful slums, pray to lord we don’t die here… -yeah-

(hook)
slum kind of wonderful, slum kind of wonderful… heyyyyyyy!

just tryna get comfortable, tryna get stomach full… heyyyyyyy!

but look at what then d-mn slums done to youuuuuu…

but you still breathing, so it’s obvious you here for a real reason… believe it!

(verse 2)
i was riding through downtown bumping #theobject/ then thought to myself, i pray god see our progress/ get into a home and get the f-ck out the projects/ kept my eye on the prize i wasn’t lost process/ target my market, minimize the losses for maximum profit/ rapping circles round these n-ggas now my -ss is nauseous, i’m past exhausted/ still laughing at the gossip, up early at the bank making cash deposits/ i’m mandela and martin, part christopher wallace, mixed with malcolm and marcus//… we need less real n-ggas and more fathers/ from them wonderful slums, we gonna love it regardless! you got it..? -sw-nky-

(hook)

(verse 3)
-pssh- … about d-mn time they let a real pittsburgh spitter get a chance to shine/ and i’m… brilliant-cut so g, peep my pedigree, tryna be a better me, for that i need some extra weed/ leave a legacy by which they will measure me//… where i’m from these kids barely get to dream/ taught by any means even prison get the cream/ truly love something gotta let it go and set it free/ doesn’t come back it wasn’t yours to begin with/ taught self preservation self over so called friendships/ blood don’t make you family only make you related/ we from them wonderful slums, god thank you i made it… and they hate it!

(hook)


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