Where I'm from ft. Cloud9foreal Lyrics

Where I'm from, the city that I claim

They all know my name, they keep saying I'm the one

Where I'm from, say the wrong thing

Cross the wrong lane, best believe your bed will be done

Where I'm from, fools set you up

And they don't give a fuck better not be caught with no guns

Where I'm from, the streets are so cold

And I hope you don't fold cuz you'll set like the sun, son

I pass days searching for warm, cuz streets are so cold

Outside we're at war, another nine claimed a soul

Everyone on their own, trynna be covered in gold

That's the truth of these tales I'm trynna unfold

Hustlers making bank with some dope or some hoes

Thugs hitting 'em licks, invasion kicking 'em doors

Chicks working 'em tricks, trynna get some dough

Dudes rolling the dice, a couple dollars and hope

Fools circle the block trynna catch me lacking

Believe me homie you don't want the heat that I'm packing

Shit get real when it gets to clicking and clacking

Hollow tips leave the chamber, you know what's happening

Young homie watch and learn, better stay on the curb

None good happens in the hood as far as I'm concerned

You don't wanna fall victim of this gun clapping

Or do years behind bars, to me that ain't happening cuz

Where I'm from, the city that I claim

They all know my name, they keep saying I'm the one

Where I'm from, say the wrong thing

Cross the wrong lane, best believe your bed will be done

Where I'm from, fools set you up

And they don't give a fuck better not be caught with no guns

Where I'm from, the streets are so cold

And I hope you don't fold cuz you'll set like the sun, son

They say times change, been checkin' from a range

Still 'em gangs bang, they get sticky with 'em thangs

I feel the thrill, fucks with low rates and get to chill

But the bigger the deal, get to a mill can get you killed

Trynna catch me in my place, gun butt in your face

I got no blood on my hands, but couple bloods that are my friends

Them from Albania man, with pick up trucks and a Benz

And zipped bags, get to split packs, with 'em meat shreds

This is how we roll, stick a dirk to your soul

Red and black till we fall, yeah we pick up 'em calls

I get the streets to a show, I get 'em bricks to the dough

Nah, I don't break the law, we just brake in through you door

Like whattup? You know it's about go down, man

Whattup? We don't play around where I'm from, man

Whattup? Stash guns in a drop ain't a crime

Homie Whattup? That's what's up, this is real shit dawg

Where I'm from, the city that I claim

They all know my name, they keep saying I'm the one

Where I'm from, say the wrong thing

Cross the wrong lane, best believe your bed will be done

Where I'm from, fools set you up

And they don't give a fuck better not be caught with no guns

Where I'm from, the streets are so cold

And I hope you don't fold cuz you'll set like the sun, son