N-Dubz, Baker Trouble - Love For My Slum lyrics

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 find 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)

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

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)

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)

'Til the day that I die, na na nai
Come along how's ya day? What you wat?
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)

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)

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)