Letras
Where you from? Say somethin'
Don't act tough if you ain't on nothin'
Fifty goons, masked up - they drummin'
Wait for it... Tool goes clack, and the block start hummin'
Better move smart or your face on the screen
Where I'm from, bro - we run this scene
Yeah, we don't fold - that's facts, that's mean
Don't slip wrong, we don't warn twice
All my guys move loud - no dice
Chains hang low, wrist all ice
You talk big? Then double that price
Talk online, but ghost on site
Them man twitchy - not my type
We outside with a beam so tight
Better not lack in the heat of the night
Tool goes clack, .22s tick
Better duck low when it all goes quick
Where I'm from, we don't assume
Wrong energy, you exit soon
Where you from? Say somethin'
Don't flex rank if you ain't built nothin'
Fifty dons, all geared - no bluffin'
Wait for it... Whistle in the air, boy's jumpin'
Too late, now he's viral and viewed
Where I'm from, we don't pose - we move
Yeah, we don't fold - that's real, that's true
New drip on me, same old scars
Still got fire tucked in cars
She sweet, but she play too hard
Send the drop? That's a moving charge
I don't care for fame or clap
I came for stacks and get-back maps
Still respect the ones who rode
But if you folded, bridge got closed
Where I'm from, no bedtime tale
Raised with heat in a silent hell
No handouts - just packs for sale
Whole block tense, but we move like stealth
Tool goes clack, .22s tick
Another one gone - no time to think
They ask why - bro, life's too quick
Where I'm from, you learn or sink
Where you from? Say somethin'
Don't fake step if you ain't risk nothin'
Fifty dons masked up - they comin'
Wait for it... Whistle, then the feet start runnin'
Too late, now he's one with the dirt