Living in the slums, where the poor are alone Living life trapping, spraying Gucci cologne Living life drunk, off of Goose and Patron Welcome to the place I call home Dying over nothing, getting slugged in the dome Dying over white, 'cah the foods on [?] Dying for the jewels, so you work with the stones Welcome to the place I call home I went and chirpsed the yatty in Armarni [?] She gives me discounts, but I hardly text If you wanna take my soul, you have to see me first I'll make these yutes Bale, when they see the spurs Pineapple chunks, [?] Max prof, when I chop I don't bun shit Niggas stay seated, 'cah you don't run shit I've got a [?], that'll dump clips Don't think you turnt' bad, cause you got attacked I see you buying dumb shit, and you ain't got a stack You sell a little bit of draw, but you don't really trap My nigga Ets is OT, solid chopping crack You niggas never, touched food in your life Stressing because you ain't broke, and getting robbed for bike Harsh cold winters, I was up through the night OT with [?], [?] for the pies Living in the slums, where the poor are alone Living life trapping, spraying Gucci cologne Living life drunk, off of Goose and Patron Welcome to the place I call home Dying over nothing, getting slugged in the dome Dying over white, 'cah the foods on [?] Dying for the jewels, so you work with the stones Welcome to the place I call home You could never take me for a side yute Fuck what you could do, I will let the nine, boot Direct with the threats, 'cah I'm bored now Every rapper thinks they're tough, and they're raw now You talk about your dreams but they're limitations Me I really do it, fuck the imitations Trapping out and splashing out, the way I do its gracious I'm from Trini, but I've got some wicked Haitians Tell them twitter bad boys, get back in your stations Thirteen, on the block, that's initiation I don't rate the police, 'cah we really hate them And our bands make her dance, yeah we really made them I'm tryna hustle, but these niggas in the station Nitty's scrapping jakes, are telling me that's my creation My connect is taking long, that's anticipation My dons [?] few black, and a couple asians Living in the slums, where the poor are alone Living life trapping, spraying Gucci cologne Living life drunk, off of Goose and Patron Welcome to the place I call home Dying over nothing, getting slugged in the dome Dying over white, 'cah the foods on [?] Dying for the jewels, so you work with the stones Welcome to the place I call home