Where I’m From

Lyrics

[Intro] Project X ZCBeats [Verse 1: KO] Where I'm from, we race to the grands, they pree Could've been rap back then Now if I wear this mask, it's street Probably looking suttin' for free Or looking for smoke, ain't come to bun weed They get caught, we ain't hearing no please They want me in court, that's hearings and pleas I want a medal or award at least So we send lead and try bore their team Used to make bread off of pebs or green Tryna rap now and get more from streams Puttin' racks down, invest in heat They put cash into gyal to impress and beat If there's waps out and jakes on scene It ain't a game no more, there's a need for speed [Verse 2: Jimmy] Where I'm from, angles bent like Beckham Serve like tennis, drugs like a chemist Ran through the entrance, cut through the exit Get fried like Tennessee And the birds come hotter than Memphis If gang slide, that's first degree Left in a state, holes large like Texas Bro-bro hopped out the whip Big man dash, hit the pave' so fast Certain man come like Kevin Becah they're jokes and I swear they ain't got no heart Little bro baits with his Sammy You can tell by his stance I'm Jim, not Carey, I'm looking for green if I wear this mask [Verse 3: V9] Where I'm from, they call me the Homerton Sensei Samurai stance, show man devilish Swing Bankai, now my sword looking hellish Show my young boy how to grip and swing this Send him over there to do chingings Nine gang hated like chitlins We do drillings and keep it hidden Gang flip scripts 'cause this shit ain't written Grip on a Smithen and fry man like chicken Dip him, sauce him up, lemon chicken This shank ain't dry, Lil Baby, it's drippin' Treat the opps like Henny and chase And we cover faces and feed man shavings Swing this one like I'm playing cricket Rip this one like K when I'm gripping [Verse 4: KO] Back roads or the mains Lurk charged up 'til we pull out his plugs YG's work with blades, have so much fun Cah they're young and they're thugs How many times did we circle? Two arms up, we ain't giving 'em hugs Running away, he needs air in internals Bet it won't help if we give him this pump Wanna show off and stunt We show up, shutdown, show done Still tryna put a hole in one Golf club pole, gotta swing this gun Bro plays with Harry and 'caine like Son Wish I could say that they make the same funds Bro got his filled like Grant We chasing things, get raise like rum [Verse 5: Jimmy] Back road, just me and my blower Come like I can't find my home Because of this Lyca sim Grab me a box, ain't getting in the ring I get rid of weight, no lipo ting Gang's on things, that's Rambz on hips I'm in and out like the bailiffs No patience, straight cash man's taking Grams a pans, that's the basics Still watching out for them neighbours I'm serving grub like a waitress Bro-bro called off a tech', he's vexed He said he try shave him He's fisting man up, leaving man drunk Must feel like they're wasted Gyal lost a boo, should've see man's faces [Verse 6: V9] Back road doing up Jeepers Creepers Pick your bitches and get away from this demon Use squirts like it's holy water He's a bad yute so of course it burned him Stop, pause it, observe, squirt him This beef ain't been concerning Do man up and return him Young boy done good, you deserve this And I love when the ding-dong skidding Back out my Rambo knife and go crashing I don't care if it's rod, I'm still going fishing He's missing when I flipping rip it Shitden, should've stayed home with your missus They keep it hidden in sands like Gaara Whack that can, feel that pain Grab the dot-dot and blow man's brain [Outro: Unknown T] It's Unknown, you get me? Feds got me segregated from my Niners in the wok house It's nuttin' though My nigga KO shuttin' down the streets, you get me? Homerton, gangway ZCBeats You know