Where We Come From

GG, NBA, aww

Real gangster ****, yeah

Where we come from *****s don't play

Southside ***** on the North movin' weight

Yeah, we might slide on a ***** broad day

Them youngins, they be thuggin',

Don't come in these hallways

And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah

Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah

Screamin' wrong or right,

Shoot a ***** in the face, yeah

***** out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah

Now look here

I come from beefin', slangin' nine at the other side

I never let it go,

I just went harder when my ***** died

I been locked up too many times,

I run it without even tryin'

I want your head, I drop a dime

You run up, you might lose your mind

Rich *****, Audemar on me and my *****

And I be runnin' with some *****s,

Every one with the ****

Don't take my jewelry off,

Come out the window slangin' that stick

I'm cold-hearted, **** my mama,

We gon' step on a *****, believe that

No picks and chooses, it go down when I lose it

And I done came up on so much,

I swear I don't wanna lose it

I point him out

And that's a fact that Meezy steppin' on fooly

And I know Glizzy really trap,

Don't give a **** 'bout the music, yeah

Where we come from *****s don't play

Southside ***** on the North movin' weight

Yeah, we might slide on a ***** broad day

Them youngins, they be thuggin',

Don't come in these hallways

And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah

Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah

Screamin' wrong or right,

Shoot a ***** in the face, yeah

***** out of line,

We gon' put 'em in they place, yeah

***** you know what's up with us

So don't act like you stupid

I just bought a Bentley truck and it came with a shooter

Your ***** sucked me up while I was listening to Future

No I don't give a ****,

You see them *****s, better do 'em

Tell me what the **** you on, I just bought another home

Got the plug on line one and YoungBoy on my other phone

When I ran up on them *****s, my hoodie was VLONE

Baby 3 my heart, and in my eyes, no he can't do wrong

Forty-five tucked inside my Helmut Lang sweats

If I call you my slime then that mean you gon' slatt

Your *****s they ain't ride, ***** how much you gon' bet?

Catch that ***** who killed my brother

And I won't mind goin' back (30 30)

Where we come from *****s don't play

Southside ***** on the North movin' weight

Yeah, we might slide on a ***** broad day

Them youngins, they be thuggin',

Don't come in these hallways

And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah

Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah

Screamin' wrong or right,

Shoot a ***** in the face, yeah

***** out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah

Hold on,

I'm 'bout that, 'bout my *****s out there soldiers

Hanging with them killers, bopping,

That's how you know the realest

***** yeah, I **** you in yo booty then I kick ya out

That slime ****, that blind ****, I blow a ***** down

Straight out the cell, ***** I'm out my mind

I got a million for every ***** want a slice of mine

And all my *****s keep them pistols, we ain't wastin' time

Them *****s, they be sayin' then these ***** dyin'

And look here, ready for Glizzy they go back to Jefe2, wait

Probably love that lord 3, but **** ***** what up?

I'm thuggin' in this ***** and I'mma cut up

And we gon' stab 'em, we gon' and beat the **** up

Believe that

Me-za, what it is lil' *****?

You're in my way no Glizzy Glizzy

Be gettin' too high, nah,

I'm just coolin' off wavin' on, ya 'erd me?