Where I'm From Lyrics

Where I'm from all the packs caking up niggas

Where you from lots of rats, snakes and fuck niggas

Where I'm from man these hoes be the real hustlers

Where you from man them bitches be some real suckers

Catch him down bad, nigga ain't gone know what hit him

Work the brown bag til I made a pretty nickel

Ain't with the back and forth, meet me in the middle

Travel to a bitch make her ass double dribble

Got that trap marked up, it's a tax mark up

Fuck Ms. Parker, want my red darker

Purple double cup, exotic blunt of the fluff

And all that talk ain't enough, gone have to show me some stuff

This shit I clutch ain't a bluff, if you play it get rough

I can lay you with the snuff then dust off both of my cuffs

And while we speaking on cuffs, I ain't that foreign to such

I hit the courtroom so much, I had to take me a lunch

And if I made it out that bitch you know I'm sparking a blunt

Prefer a bag of the runtz, boy I ain't with all the fronts

Ask Nique he'll tell ya, I ain't with all the stunts

And I ain't fighting not once, that stick out first like a bunt

First base with ya bitch that's a dub

Second base with ya bitch on the drugs

Third base with ya bitch in the tub

Home run in the back of the club

Opp nigga, Tupac, hit em up

Stop it, you are not one of us

So much ice, all these bitches, it's a flood

Y'all ain't talking bout shit, where the bud, roll em up

We in your hood, thought you was posted nigga

I see you laughing, but who joking nigga

Turn that smile to a frown with the stick

Yeah the blick make em sick, now I'm laughing cuz I roast a nigga

Pussy nigga feed off emotion

Top dog, nigga I put all of this in motion

Your bitch next to me she moist

Everything she do by choice

Every time she hear my voice (splat, splat)