[ Featuring Cloud9foreal ]
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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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, f*cks 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 f*ck 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
