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Story of the Slums 3 Video (MV)




Performed By: Liam Mahal
Language: English
Length: 3:39
Written by: Tajh Moyse




Liam Mahal - Story of the Slums 3 Lyrics
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Hope you all know that we get to a point
Where we looking back and see what exactly was taught
Always asking why, never asking what
And all them thoughts got you now in a position for all that you wanted
Biggest fear I had, my brothers not seeing success
Was always on my younger brother to get it correct
And all that taught me was people gon do what they intend
Now I really move around with no fear on my chest
Side step at most, never going back
Zone is similar to rap and how I got my bachelors
Always detours on maps, that's with each course
And what it cost each was
Something that nobody else can speak on
Always laugh when a hater wanna add something
Minus the fact, where they lack don't amount to nothing
Now my youngest on his shii and I'm proud of him
Walk in the crib, on a daily like nigha I love ya
And my oldest got the whip, that I always wanted
If you knew where he had came from, you glad he stuntin
But he humble and don't speak much
Now that I think about it
We all got suttin from all the others
& we got it from moms who wasn't really a mother
Cause she's a hustla
What she taught us you get it from no one
Far as her come up, yeah she really got it out the mud
Came out from Haiti, 16, homeless, on her own
Far as the American Dream
We all got different versions we see a burden of things
We put the work in to free us all from uncertainty
But you got the next man attempting to put a hurt on me
Or hurt on thee, next man
You do klansman work
A few grand, where you stand
They have managed worst
But you can't
Fathom the hand that was given at best
Jealousy, envy, or greed often leads to regrets
No need to recant, yea I said what I said
I could wake up in the morning and look in the mirror
Loving what just appeared
Noticing love ain't apparent
That's a reason you give out hate
And I won't come near you
Oh they comparing, that explains why
Their happiness, illusion
No matter how they move
They'll always feel like their losing
Maneuvers, to the bag, get you applauded
Only a few, happy for next unless they rewarded
Used to be obsessed with all the goals I wanna
Accomplish all of em before I go, and then they mourn him
Sounding like a narcissist, maybe I'm self centered
Maybe I could help you with all of your shii
Thoughts like that is where my anxiety lives
And I'm proud of that shii
No regrets in the kid
Only one life so you should live it
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Hope you all know that we get to a point
Where we looking back and see what exactly was taught
Always asking why, never asking what
And all them thoughts got you now in a position for all that you wanted
Biggest fear I had, my brothers not seeing success
Was always on my younger brother to get it correct
And all that taught me was people gon do what they intend
Now I really move around with no fear on my chest
Side step at most, never going back
Zone is similar to rap and how I got my bachelors
Always detours on maps, that's with each course
And what it cost each was
Something that nobody else can speak on
Always laugh when a hater wanna add something
Minus the fact, where they lack don't amount to nothing
Now my youngest on his shii and I'm proud of him
Walk in the crib, on a daily like nigha I love ya
And my oldest got the whip, that I always wanted
If you knew where he had came from, you glad he stuntin
But he humble and don't speak much
Now that I think about it
We all got suttin from all the others
& we got it from moms who wasn't really a mother
Cause she's a hustla
What she taught us you get it from no one
Far as her come up, yeah she really got it out the mud
Came out from Haiti, 16, homeless, on her own
Far as the American Dream
We all got different versions we see a burden of things
We put the work in to free us all from uncertainty
But you got the next man attempting to put a hurt on me
Or hurt on thee, next man
You do klansman work
A few grand, where you stand
They have managed worst
But you can't
Fathom the hand that was given at best
Jealousy, envy, or greed often leads to regrets
No need to recant, yea I said what I said
I could wake up in the morning and look in the mirror
Loving what just appeared
Noticing love ain't apparent
That's a reason you give out hate
And I won't come near you
Oh they comparing, that explains why
Their happiness, illusion
No matter how they move
They'll always feel like their losing
Maneuvers, to the bag, get you applauded
Only a few, happy for next unless they rewarded
Used to be obsessed with all the goals I wanna
Accomplish all of em before I go, and then they mourn him
Sounding like a narcissist, maybe I'm self centered
Maybe I could help you with all of your shii
Thoughts like that is where my anxiety lives
And I'm proud of that shii
No regrets in the kid
Only one life so you should live it
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Writer: Tajh Moyse
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