Where I'm From E

When did you guys all meet? Like, how did you guys all meet too? Shit. Met right here. Crazy. Run it up, Kel. Where I'm from, fuck your Shoes, keep your gun. Blasto. Huh, in my section, I'm that one. I'm that one. 'Round here, we fire K's just For fun. I was hustling for days with that Bump. So fuck around, chase your ass for days Like I'm Young. Everybody know to flush the ye When they come. Play the block and the school 'cause a nigga couldn't be dumb. You got thirty niggas hating, I suggest you buy A drum. Man, them one niggas getting no money, Niggas bums. Take a trip across the track, throw Some shots and watch 'em run. Yeah, grew up in the trenches, I won't change That shit for none. Nah. Free my nigga Little, he gon' spank on shit Public. Yeah, stoop in the spot, the police come, Just flush the drugs. They ain't want slide, come Over here, let's have some fun. Have Don't be stopping at red lights, you must Be dumb. Man, where I'm from, it's Chetra, just Keep a gun. Remember sliding out them G rocks. We was thuggin' since 'bout knee-highs. You know I got out the mud, stick ups And slanging drugs. Pops, he coached me as a Pup. He told me always keep a gun, and Told me stay up on my scrill. I'm tryna up, I never clutch. Shit, I know I'm one of one. You can't compare, you must be nuts. Military Glock Nine with a beam and a drum. Get up close and hit 'em up. When we slid, we did it up. Military Glock Nine with a beam and a drum. Niggas hated on Jesus, I expect envy. Lil Zac only link to collect Benjis. Hit the switch, now it sound like a TEC With me. Square bitch always tryna leave her neck With me. I love a project bitch with some Intellect. Set the play real quick for the Intercept. These niggas demons 'til they log off the Internet. All them dead niggas in your clique, They ain't spinning yet. No switch, my stick go dumb. Go brazy, go dumb. I shed a murder in my city, we leave 'em dead where they from. I was six fucking Hoes. My momma deuce could vouch for that. My momma was my daddy, that shit turned me To a mack. I love my bitch when money Talk, I'll let you fuck her for a rack. We was children, ain't no Christmas, he sold our Toys for crack. We was section eight living, Stubborn roads, killing rats. It was lit back then and it's still lit Now. We not into pillow talking, we'll go and Lay down. You might hear hundred rounds, it's that Drum spinning round. These streets on fire, if we Catch him on this side, we burn 'em down. And you's a blind, you always sneak up on The gang, you ain't around. Wondering how you acting Like you gang and you ain't never served an Opp. And we ain't tripping about no poles, we Got several, we them pops. And we got three of them with sticks, and We got choppers with some drums. Sometimes Gotta dirt. Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt.