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letra de where we're from (bonus outro) - double iz

[verse 1: double iz]
where we’re from, us boys fight to the top, they pree
could’ve been rap back then
now if i wear this mask, for you its peak
never looking for something for free
or looking for smokes, ain’t come to bun weed
they get caught, we ain’t hearing a please
judge and lawyer want me gone that’s hearings and pleas
i want a plaque or award at least
so we send lead and try score points on their team
still making bread in my ends slade green
tryna rap now and get more from streams
puttin’ bands down, invest in heat
i dont put cash into gyal to impress and beat
if there’s waps out and pigs on scene
now im up frontline terrorising opps like fishbone d
mhustlr charged up ’til we pull out his plugs
young g’s work with blades, have so much fun
cah they’re young and they’re and they multiply like bugs
how many times did we circle they surrender
two arms up, they ain’t giving us hugs
running away, he needs air in internals
bet it won’t help if his older backs a pump
wanna show off and stunt
we show up, shutdown, show done
still tryna put a hole in one
golf club pole, gotta swing this bankai
bro plays with harry and ‘caine like son
wish i could say that we make bare funds
bro got his filled like grant
we chasing things, get raise like rum
im feeling mad i have a need for speed

[verse 2: j1]
(j1 j1)
where we’re from we chef oppboys down until our hands start aching then i switch it
serve pescription like a chemist
bros elder ran through the entrance, then big mike cut through the exit
then he got fried like tennessee
and adz moving madder than memphis. trust if we slide thats 100 deggrees
mhustlr could cover the ozone cah he the same size as texas
then dem man hop out the whip
they werent ment to hit that pave so fast
bare man come like kevin
thats because they got no heart
little boy baits with his sammy
you can tell by his stance
i ain’t jim carey but i want green if i wear this mask
now im frontline with me and my bazooka
come like i dont know where my home is. have to bruck up this lyca sim
grab be a box cah im rich like roddy. squads on things waps on hips. im taking your property like a ballif.no patience its cash im taking. im serving food like a waitress. bro said i should try shave —–. he is punching man up he is clearly drunk. must feel as though you have been wasted
he lost a “friend” should’ve seen their faces

[verse 3: mr mosthated]
where we’re from, they call me mr mosthated
shogun stance, leave man reddish
swing rambo, now my bankai looking h-llish
show my young boy how to grip and swing it
send them affiliates over there to do add to the scoreboard
23rd squad hated like chitlins
we do drillings and keep it hidden
us man tear scripts ’cause this sh-t ain’t written
grip on a opp boy and fry man like chicken
fish him, sauce him up, season that chicken
this wap ain’t dry, big man, it’s drippin’
treat them opps like henny and chase
and we cover faces and feed man barber shavings
swing this one like i’m playing cricket
rip this one like iz when i’m gripping
now im frontline playing finders keepers
pick gyallie and get away from this demon
i got holy water in my super soaker
he’s a demonic yute so of course it hurt him
hold it, pause it, reverse it, spray him
this beef ain’t been concerning
blaze man up and return him
good boy well done, you deserve it
and i love when the ding-dong skidding
back out my rambo knife and go crashing
i don’t care if i dont bring a rod, i’m still going fishing
he’s missing when i flip and rip him
sh-t den, should’ve stayed home with your b-tches
they keep it hidden in temples like goro
sub-zero freeze that yute and feel pain
grab the shotgun and blow man’s brain

- double iz

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