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Young Scolla - Skinny Kid lyrics

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(Ft. Machine Gun Kelly)

Born in the trenches, raised in the ghetto,

Move to the burbs, thank god for a comeup

The shit ain’t what it seems, so it only make you wonder,

Take the brother out the hood,but not the hood out the brother.

shit I was fifteen, workin so my brother ate,

Trying to react like bengay to my mother’s ache

pops in another state, Mind in a trouble place,

moms lost her fucking job and crime seem to fucking pay.

So I’m working double time trying to fill a couple plates

While juggling the music, school, work,and all my trouble days.

I could have run away, but this what I was built for,

Cause we all made it to the days when we was piss poor

Living the dream that I will ball like chris paul

At the end of the day, just makeing sure that Im in wait forest?

I mean wait for it, know what I said?

It’s the tales of a skinny kid told by…

Chorus:

I’m raised in the city where a skinny kid dies,

… I have met for our sides,

It wasn’t all good, but I made this shit,

Life was ugly, but I faced it!

Here I stand raised in the city where a skinny kid dies,

… I have met for our sides,

It wasn’t all good, but I made this shit,

Life was ugly, but I faced it!

Kells!

And here I stand, never backin' down,

Put me in the ring with Pacquiao

I bet this feaher weight will have our backs for tappin' out.

Fuck the cameras, my city bring all the madies out,

Lookin' out the back of the Camry at Maserati's now

Meanwhile, I’m just trying to eat,

cause a hundred and fifty pounds looks sweet.

Family cryin' tired of the bricks flying through the window e'ry week,

But can’t do shit, cause I ain’t built for the streets,

Now all I got is these beats!

So Imma spazz out,

,'til My shit's bangin' like it pulled a rag out.

PMSin' on this bitch, now pull the pad out.

All I got is this track now, barely passed all my classes

Too busy worried about who I look at or whoop my ass now

Lookin' at the nights that I spent kicked out of my Dad’s house,

Waitin' for when I could say, "fuck a cab" and pull the Jag out.

Look what they’re saying, fuck ‘em, they’re all mad,

Tell ‘em pucker up and kiss my skinny ass, run that.

Kells!

Chorus:

I grew up in the city where a skinny kid dies,

… I have met for our sides,

It wasn’t all good, but I made this shit,

Life was ugly, but I faced it!

Raised in the city where a skinny kid dies,

… I have met for our sides,

It wasn’t all good, but I made this shit,

Life was ugly, but I faced it!

Questions don’t have, and we have a safe story,

Adorned in the same pains we try to attain glory,

We are all mighty warriors, battling the odds,

Just trying to be victorious.

Notice that as the story goes, only Shawty knows,

How you used to use powder milk when it’s…

Simple and plain, nigger shit is strange,

that’s why I had to paint the portrait in different ways,

I had to change it up!

My … move it up!

In my residence dig, look what my presidency did!

And now what all political heads done

The presidency I’m talking a dead one,

My persuaders after the… raised the quality of life.

I left the wrong in the past, so I could finally do it right,

So right now I have to be the man that I am,

Grew from a skinny kid, who just took the right chance.

Chorus:

I’m raised in the city where a skinny kid dies,

… I have met for our sides,

It wasn’t all good, but I made this shit,

Life was ugly, but I faced it!

Here I stand raised in the city where a skinny kid dies,

… I have met for our sides,

It wasn’t all good, but I made this shit,

Life was ugly, but I faced it!

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Thanks to Guss for correcting these lyrics

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