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letra de where i'm from - cte 3

where i’m from lyrics
[verse]
say where i’m from we ain’t have no pot to p-ss
go ask my hood who started this
never been p-ssy, we grew up taking on that robbing sh-t
remember that call, they said my brudda ‘nem done shot the b-tch
i should’ve been gone a while ago, thank god them b-tches missed
f-ck the other side
you don’t know me? go ask your baby momma
we done flipped that b-tch so many times, they had to make more condoms
i keep me two sticks right on my side they say lil’ 3 a drummer
love talking my sh-t, say f-ck the school, i should just be a plumber
came up bad as f-ck, wе was skipping class in the hallway
i’d die behind my gang, i told lil’ bro i’m just onе call away
get down or lay down, just like my brudda said, you play you lay
”3 you made it out, why you still spin?’’ lil bro it’s hard to say
f-ck the fame, ’till all my bruddas straight i don’t feel like i made it
i just want they money, f-ck the views, n-gga f-ck the placement
can’t feel like i’m up if i say no to one of my bruddas babies
truest story told put on my arm, you gone big bro i hate it
azrael, angel of death, b-tch i feel like the reaper
said i wouldn’t be sh-t, but now yo’ check ain’t even one of my features
know that i’m the coldest out ‘bama, that’s why i keep my heater
know that i’m the star of my hood, i do this for my people
say i got 6 in my veins, b-tch that’s what hat i bleed
it’s f-ck your rookie of the year, cuhz i’m the mvp
my roster all-star shooters, we the hood winning-team
they side done always been p-ssy, once a month they gon’ bleed
we spin they block just like a cyclone
you left your man he had to die alone
these n-ggas p-ssy like they cycle on
smoking your dead, your b-tch love my cologne
i speak my truth behind this microphone
and i wouldn’t leave my brudda
i wouldn’t leave my thug
i wouldn’t leave the ones that i said i love
we too locked in can’t fall out ’bout no b-tch
what’s known ain’t told, ain’t spoke on sh-t
i just you bro, gon’ dump yo stick
you shoot, i shoot ’till this b-tch cl!ck, honest
i’m chasing bucks i feel like giannis
scream lli he live through me my brudda timeless (long live isaiah)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout what they post i ain’t responding
this .223 gon meet that n-gga where his spine is
it’s f-ck the county, f-ck the city, f-ck the whole state
it’s f-ck the judge until them crackas drop that f-cking case
8hunnid made me, i swear i’ll die this same way
still on the same sh-t, some things ain’t gon’ never change

- cte 3

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