"Love For My Slum" lyrics

[Dappy:]
I've never had love for the feds but I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum, put your hands up (Brap!)
See it never used to come that easy
And I was just slidin' my way
I dunno how I did it, but I will carry on 'til the die that I day

I ain't gonna lie (Yeah), mama tried the best to bring me up right
Guess it never worked, she always cries
I was well involved in crime (Yeah) from the age of nine
Music got me kind of famous, now they want a piece of pie
Blud, I'm blowin' up the scene, but I dunno where my bed is (No)
I smoke so much weed 'cause I dunno where my head is
I might have some fame but I'm still low on credit (Credit)
Management love the money, someone tell me where my bread is
I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs (Huh?)
But I don't understand them, they're very, very loved
They don't wake up in the mornin' to see man pipin' dubs
Or have to worry about the goons with the .38 snubs (Brap!)
You got too much to lose (Lose), you're in a great position (Yeah)
How can you be hood if my whole frickin' flat is smaller than your kitchen? (Oh)
You wouldn't last a minute where I'm from, you'd go missin'
So appreciate what you've got 'cause, with that I'm still wishin' (Brap)

[Dappy {Baker Trouble}:]
I've never had love for the feds but I've always had love for my slum {Yeah}
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum, put your hands up (Brap!)
See it never used to come that easy
And I was just slidin' my way (Ah, ah)
I dunno how I did it, but I will carry on 'til the die that I day

[Baker Trouble {Dappy}:]
I ain't gonna lie (Never), I make broke look good, more time I supply
Just tryna get by, you should never ask me why
I smoke 'til my lips split, bruv, they always send me dry
To stop movin' like a criminal is what I try
But you live by the roads, by the roadside you die
I'm real in every situation, should make man humble like pie
{I've never had love for the feds} 'cause they don't give man alibi
{They holdin' man under arrest}, takin' time out of my life
Once time's taken, time can't take back
We're from a place where it's all B and C cats
Some real most idiots, mommy's tryin' hard, we can see that
Once the road takes the yutes, they won't be back
I get love on the road, I got feedback
Never had it, but I'm takin' the scene back
Any trap that's bangin' rubber, I weed that
Never had it for long, follow and trust me they need that
Push ya hand up in the air and give me that (Street brothers, rep)

[Dappy {Baker Trouble} *Dappy & Tulisa*:]
I've never had love for the feds {Yeah} but I've always had love for my slum {Baker}
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum, put your hands up (Brap!)
*See it never used to come that easy*
*And I was just slidin' my way* (Ah, ah)
I dunno how I did it, but I will carry on 'til the die that I day {Oi}

[Baker Trouble {Dappy}:]
'Til the day that I die, {na na nai}, come along
{How's ya day?} What you want?
{Same old}, I'm livin' wrong
{I'm in the stud' makin' moves}
I'm on the roads movin' food
{Either way, we're makin' paper, makin' paper}
{D-A-Pz}, I'm mister Baker
{You won't get us on ya stage unless it's five bills or over}
Knockin' doors and sell our CD like a witness from Johova
{So where's the bitch Lola?} I should have brought her over
{So she could suck the whole-a}
All my mandem are dark, {everyone eats like they're sharks}
Been through so much different shit, the pain will never leave my heart
{I'll make you piss ya pants like gettin' stuck with food in your car}
So I suggest you listen close, trust me, you could be a star
{So what do ya think?} Do ya still wanna live like me and him?
{You make me sick}, you talk gun talk, {you ain't even seen the stick}
Don't be upset, why do ya have to cry? Come along
{Na na naii} 'til the day that we die (Brap!)

[Dappy {Baker Trouble} *Dappy & Tulisa*:]
I've never had love for the feds but I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum, put your hands up (Brap!)
*See it never used to come that easy*
And I was just *slidin' my way* (Ah, ah)
I dunno how I did it, but I will carry on 'til the die that I day {Come along, brap}

[Dappy {Baker Trouble} (Tulisa):]
I'm afraid that's all you gettin', goodnight, {God bless}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And when you wake up in the mornin', {try not to be stressed}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I wish I had what you had, {I ain't got nothin', my life's a mess}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
So be thankful for your situation, {stop actin' like a pest}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I'm afraid that's all you gettin', goodnight, {God bless}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And when you wake up in the mornin', {try not to be stressed}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I wish I had what you had, {I ain't got nothin', my life's a mess}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
So be thankful for your situation, {know what time it is}
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)