Slumdog Billionaire Lyrics - Above The Cloudz - Red Cafe

Dearly Beloved, We are gathered here tonight, 

In celebration of a new day, A new voice 

A new world 

Yeah, trick or treat, mask on its halloween 

Above the clouds so im drinkin like im Charlie Sheen 

outfit inspired by the last fashion week 

Contemplatin takin my bitch to a brassery, 

after class i had the misses do my homework, 

while i smoked a J, then i bone her, 

billion dollar dreams i'm getting closer 

politicing with my jewish friends keep it kosher 

Went from poverty, to buyin property, 

To having R-N-B b*tches ridin on top of me, 

Now the fake rap niggaz is makin a mockery, 

of the culture we've built worst than a robbery, 

Critically acclaimed, 3 syllable name, 

Cleaner than mineral water in a criminal vein, 

Married to the game, dress her in Vera Wang?, 

Shake down to the casket. 

chorus: 

Mom's had to struggle, pap's wasn't there 

Raised by the streets middle finger in the air, 

I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire. 

Back from the dead, strap no fear 

east to the west, say my name and i appear, 

i'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire, 

a slumdog billionaire. 

all black sipping white wine 

we've been waiting for this night for a life time, 

you can hear the pain through the mic line, 

speakin from the heart dear valentine 

Slumdog fresh outta the kennel, 

Headed to my suite, but the label wont pay for my dental, 

On the road to riches, Came a long way from a demo, 

still sleepin on me, see the drool stay on your pillow 

Somebody betta wake em, tell em where i came from, 

pop's wasnt there, nigga stay caged up, 

i was playin toss with the neighbors, so if you see em, 

tell em i dont needa favor, im good, (good) 

Smokin on that good, swisher sweet no backwood, 

gettin show money, no pay stubs, 

I dont give a fuck in this bitch, kanye shrug 

chorus: 

Mom's had to struggle, pap's wasn't there 

Raised by the streets middle finger in the air, 

I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire. 

Back from the dead, strap no fed, 

east to the west, say my name and i appear, 

i'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire, 

a slumdog billionaire. 

Ask around the town 

broke it down with the coca leaves 

shout out to these hating niggas swear that they be knowin me 

got my lawyer money up so i keep the semi close got the dope music 

here goes a daily dose 

fish grease fish scale all above 

fake niggas throwin salt ...real niggas showin love 

about to have the team lookin like they hit the lotto 

back to back them maseratis and them kawasakies 

... big bodies, rolling them big blunts, the escalade resemblin a Brinks truck 

a pound of the sticky what I call the paper planes 

these fag*ot niggaz better go and get they paper straight 

im still heavy in the trap with the substance 

my shoes and belt together nigga thats a months rent (cash) 

and even when i try to pass go 

there's no way i can keep the profile low 

[chorus:] 

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