Where I'm From E

Pop that Ten, nine, eight Some real shit. Seven, six Where I'm from? Four, three from the Hill. Two, Let Tef tell you where he's from, my Brother. Hit the track. I bill it backwards in the park on my Jack Jones. This old guy sittin' on the bench Playin' a saxophone. I find a discreet bush and hid my crack Stones. Took the battery out, I think I got A tap phone. Man, I thank God my bigger Brudda's back home. You my blood, you my flesh, you my backbone. Brown paper bag 'round the bottle that the 'gnac's On. No chase, straight to the face, I am that gone. But I'ma last on, my back's strong. I'm Mr. Miyagi and you just Dan, son. 'Cause I just take your wax off and put My wax on. And tell a lie, I think I never made a wack song. Smooth criminal, I get my jacks on. Still vanish in packs, I gets my trap on. I don't need to hop out the bed to Turn my swag on. So every other day, they Say, "Where you get that, Youngs?" Now let me tell you where I'm from. Broad day, they catch bodies with the lights on. You can make a couple bags before the night's Done, where I'm from, where I'm from. Now let me tell you where I'm from. Broad day, they catch bodies with the lights on. You can make a couple bags before the night's Done, where I'm from, where I'm from. It's been a few years, I've seen a lotta Niggas dyin'. Like, God strike me down if I'm Lyin'. Couple riders came through sparkin' their Irons. Put it straight and now Youngs, he gots The heart of a lion. You're talkin' kinda hard, but you're lyin'. 'Cause you ain't flippin' no hard on your line. But me, I'ma graft, I grind. Any way, shape, or form, so I last through The times. I want rap money now, I turn My bars into dimes. Like, pass me the mic, don't pass me the Nine. Then write me the check, yeah, right on The lines. you ain't never gonna see us shine Brighter than mine. I go hard, Anytime, every time. Every verse, every hook, every line, Every rhyme. For every hood, every slum, Every block, everyone. This is Tef, this is Youngs, I'ma rep 'til I'm gone, ayy. Now let me tell you where I'm from. Broad day, they catch bodies with the lights on. You can make a couple bags before the night's Done, where I'm from, where I'm from. Now let me tell you where I'm from. It's that Belvedere music, yeah. They catch bodies with the on. My brother, Youngs Teflon. You can make a couple bags before the You know who I be, Script LD. Where I'm from, Look out for GMT2, Yeah? It's comin' out on the 4th of July. Shouts my brother MA, my brother Dimz. My brother Dimz