Ambaum

Lyrics

[Intro] What do you want? [Verse 1] Rap game, cat fish They buy my shit, then see my pic like, "that's him?" Disastrous, you on your last leg I'm just getting started Still a mine of gold, a heart of shit Come up from the side Probably seven deep in my ride, and it only seats like five Bumping Lil B, who play -- huh Chicken strips in the Shell station Money calling, my phone shaking Honey mustard, white-tee stain, and grabbing shit -- I'm so impatient Break rules, fast people Make moves, Max Keeble Please get up off of my dick, bitch -- I'm past lethal Stacks equal nothing, get the fuck up out my town With my friends in my Dad's van I hit the road and shut it down And I'm known to be around Clowning dudes like, "fuck you wearing?" "You ain't been nowhere, you know no one, the goofy is apparent" I been swinging for the fence I ain't here to make no friends I don't give a fuck, I'll slide into a fan's girl's DMs Tylenol PM for the bullshit that they talking They've been sleeping, bumping corny shit I swear to God, I lost it So, I went and made an album to show 'em that we got it You don't like it, suck my dick, but I'm still sorta glad you found it Uh-huh [Chorus] Where you from, where you been at? Who you with, where you stay at? Where you going, and bring us with From the concrete people talking, but I can't forget (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) [Verse 2] I've never seen a dollar off of being scared I've never seen a problem with me being weird I'm doing what I'm meant to do -- no question My rocker dressed like I'm thugger, I just gotta keep 'em guessing Bitch, I'm back up in this day pulling hella major pay Killing is my business, and business is good -- I'm still the same Little snot-nose vandals stealing Cosco samples And I got no handles, losing every pickup game Burritos, El Riconsito's Supino's, the flow is bistro I called up the homie Tito to fly me to Puerto Rico Staying late up with wifey, feel like I'm Danny Devito If it ain't about the paper, my pager's right here, then Idaho Vision is so kaleidoscope, and y'all are wack as fuck Type to hit your wedding, tell your bride to back it up Type to take the aux because your party fuckin' sucks Leave at ten, my car won't start, so I'm back on the fuckin' bus It saying [Bridge] Where you from, where you headed? I talk my shit, I guess I never learned my lesson, but It's no more 120 trips up the street Ambaum is shaking, I can feel it under my feet It saying [Chorus] Where you from, where you been at? Who you with, where you stay at? Where you going, and bring us with From the concrete people talking, but I can't forget (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) (where you from) [Verse 3] Where you headed little younging? Never told me where to go, but I was also running No, they couldn't hold me back, couldn't lead me down that path That the rest of 'em went -- no I never needed that This one is for the Ave, this one is for the Boulevard The pickup games, the wiffle bats, and ice cream dropped in grandma's yard The friends we lost, the sins we made The time that's gone, the lemonade The fights we film, my MySpace page, and waking up on Christmas day -- I know It won't always be the same Won't always be a man on the corner slinging that roasted corn Won't always be the kids laughing, stealing from corner stores Won't always be my mom at the house saying, "there's room for more" And I'm cool with that, I swear I am I just hope they don't forget us when they tear it down And make high-rise homes, and send us packing now But I'm still laughing 'bout, 'member us blacking out? 'Member the little-league, ABCs, and MIPs? Pleading with the officers like, "bruh, it's just a little weed" Ambaum is where you took your first steps Where they buried your brother Where you thought you were next It's what you call home It's inside of your breath, inside of your heart When there's nothing else left When there's nothing else left When there's nothing else left