Where I'm From

I got my realist niggas ridin til the end

These Forgiatto rims blacked out wit the tints

Just flew out to LA wit a bad lil bitch

I been kickin it wit my brothers i aint got too many friends

Im Really in the field I been camped out wit a tent

Gotta keep it on me moving thru the jungle wit a stick

Fucked around and got 5 peice flipped it to a 10

Got me thumbin thru these racks I been feelin feelin like da man

Too many times I

Seen the struggle seen the pain in my moms eyes

One of the realest in it, I got mob ties

I could neva give a fuck if aint my guys

All my niggas in the field you on the sidelines

I swear we really came from nothin look how to flies

From the mud to the penthouse suite

Cant nobody ever trick me out the streets

Exotic weed im floodin it ova east

Flew it straight from cali then karate chop the ps

These Westside packs, make your trap Zack Lavine

And this 45 on me like a fuckin white

Neck and wrist so icy, I symbolize the grind wit it

The vision still the same we just improvised nigga

I aint pickin up the phone unless its money on the line

Im Prolly somewhere rollin up or way to high

When you Comin from where im from

When you see the things that ive seen

All you know is gettin money nigga

Grind hard stack wit wit your fuckin team

Comin from where i from

When you see the things that ive seen

All you know is gettin money nigga

Fuck a bitch im bout my fuckin cream