Where I'm From

(album: Keed Talk To 'Em - 2018)

(Legendary)
What it do, boy?
Keed, talk to 'em (Let's go)

Reminiscing 'bout these old days (Old days)
Realize I came a long way (Long way)
I'ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh)
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water)
Niggas talking and it's fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin')
I row these hoes in like I'm fishing, money was the bait (Money was the object)
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, bitch, uh-uh (Let that ho go)
Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I'm from (I'm tryna get a bag)
Nah boy, there ain't nothing passing these junkie niggas, these chromes (Ain't nothing, junkie niggas, chrome)
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, I'ma keep smoking, blow my lungs
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, young slime riding with 'em, ride roof
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, count a bankroll 'til the early morning

Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Oh yeah
All of 'em built soft
Oh-oh
Let's go

Yeah, bitch
Weighing up this hard on this motherfucking scale, bitch
Yeah, I was sticking around to wait for that exotic to come through the mail, bitch
Young nigga Scooby Scoob
Go and get some money, nigga, 'fore the bail hit
A nigga having pressure on these hoes, but you know slime fucking bad shit
Finna ball me into a superstar, ain't nothing 'bout me average
Got big drip, yeah, real drip, shit niggas ain't even having
I put a big clip on a big chip, and you know slime get to smashing
Yeah-eah

Reminiscing 'bout these old days (Old days)
Realize I came a long way (Long way)
I'ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh)
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water)
Niggas talking and it's fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin')
I row these hoes in like I'm fishing, money was the bait (Money was the object)
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, bitch, uh-uh (Let that ho go)
Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I'm from (I'm tryna get a bag)
Nah boy, there ain't nothing passing these junkie niggas, these chromes (Ain't nothing, junkie niggas, chrome)
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, I'ma keep smoking, blow my lungs
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, young slime riding with 'em, ride roof
Nah, bitch, it ain't nothing, count a bankroll 'til the early morning

Yeah-eah-eah-eah (Let's go)
Oh yeah
All of 'em built soft
Oh-oh

Oh yeah
Oh, oh