Where I'm From Lyrics

Heard that she a model

But I really ain't believer her

'Til she pulled up on me

In a foreign with some speed

She hopped out the whip

On God, she badder than Selena

Burberry trench

But the glasses were Celine

Running, running

I've been running from this diva

Just to get back home

To find she copped me new Supreme

First time that we met

She didn't know what I was speaking

Asked me where I'm from

I told that ho, I'm from Belize

Scream it out the window

When I speed by

Baby girl, this shit in my genes

Not no Levi's

Bagged a shawty from the three

She stay on the Eastside

Said someday we gotta take a trip

To where I reside

Came from nothing

Water on me rushing

Now it can't stop

Swerving in these hot wheels

Used to play with matchbox

I could make these chicken heads

Dance like some mascots

Finally I have shit

At first, I was a have not

Heard she was a model

But I really ain't believer her

Til she pulled up on me

In a foreign with some speed

She hopped out the whip

On God, she badder than Selena

Burberry trench

But the glasses were Celine

Running, running

I've been running from this diva

Just to get back home

To find she copped me new Supreme

First time that we met

She didn't know what I was speaking

Asked me where I'm from

I told that ho, I'm from Belize

Oh really?

That's intriguing

Yeah, yuh done know

Mi accent da ih weakness

Want come da yard

Da the thing weh ih request

Depends

Check the bank account if it decent

Bring a da the stu

Ina the booth

She make I beat it up

Pop a X pill

Yet still can't sleep enough

People I nuh know want money like

"Please fi some"

If yuh broke, can't understand

Then please sit down

I been out the way

Niggas think they preaching

And they profound

They be making noise

But they ain't got no sound

If you ain't know

Shit, I bet you know now

I been out the way

Niggas talking bout me

But ain't know nothing

They think I ain't bout it

Cause I never post guns

Check in with your boy

Yeah, I'm from the Five-zero-one

Heard that she a model

But I really ain't believer her

Til she pulled up on me

In a foreign with some speed

She hopped out the whip

On God, she badder than Selena

Burberry trench

But the glasses were Celine

Running, running

I've been running from this diva

Just to get back home

To find she copped me new Supreme

First time that we met

She didn't know what I was speaking

Asked me where I'm from

I told that ho, I'm from Belize

From Belize

Ask me where I'm from

I'm from the motherfucking

Five-zero-one

Hottest nigga under the sun

Are you dumb, son?