Where We Came From Lyrics

How you gon judge look where we came from

Praying for the sun every time the rain come

Pour up the double cups to ease the pain some

Get rich and run it up with my day ones

Beat the odds graveyards and prison sentence

Times was hard we pray to god make it out the trenches

In the streets I seen it all some things I cannot mention

I was taught to judge them by his morals and intensions

More money more problems

I can't brag I'm rich

If we ain't all counting

More money more problems

I can't brag I'm rich

If we ain't all counting

It's mvp real shit you gon forget the losers

Too many rips I gave a pay raise to my shooters

Just copped a new 40 clutching on a cougar

New money and the same fit I'm a vet jugger

If it wasn't for the music you probably never see me

Two friends couped up in the benz they about to double team me

My momma always hold it down I pray she never leave me

Tyler know all my secrets I know she better keep it

Counting paper with the dealers tapped in with the gangstas

A life taker he trigger happy when it come to danger

If I die up in these streets let my killer walk for free

Put that nigga on a tee send me some company

Nigga talking greasy send em to the upper room

Can't weave this here extensions curling like a half moon

Got sticks and drums got em marching to a different tune

Loyalty before love I follow different rules

How you gon judge look where we came from

Praying for the sun every time the rain come

Pour up the double cups to ease the pain some

Get rich and run it up with my day ones

Beat the odds graveyards and prison sentence

Times was hard we pray to god make it out the trenches

In the streets I seen it all some things I cannot mention

I was taught to judge them by his morals and intensions

Cut the lights hoodies up mask on

If that boy want to flex we bare arms

Stomach shot

Fatigues on I got beans on

I can feel it in the air be the theme song

Don't play em close stay out the way when we spraying tho

My hitta invented a new area code

187 we gon up it if you dial us

He could catch a fade or these clippers get him lined up

Corrupt drivers pull up to your crib

Got the shooters on an app don't get in the uber

Stay dangerous cuzzy the streets is undefeated

Caught bussin a ratchet and a nina wifey think I'm cheating

All my niggas thuggin tell em free the opps

We believe in street justice cops can't be trusted

Killing us for nothing can't rely on them

So the straps in abundance like blue hundreds

Investigators steady wondering how these tools funded

Everything I rap Is dope I got the booth jumping

Fuck a gun range we really go shoot something

You aint gon do nothing