Steelo Bang - Where We From

First time I seen a mf zip I was 12 years old
It wasn’t even in a trap house
And in my head we was living the life
Seen the money that they was getting tryna ball like jerry stack house
My cousin cared for me telling me right
“Like nigga don’t you ever play around with this unless you stand down
On ten toes, yea you gotta kick doors
If you guck over the money you gone have to spend more”

And I know what they want me to do
But I done seen some things
That they ain’t ready for at all
Where we from it’s a way you can move
Make the wrong step they cut yo fucking face off

But fuck that cuz I ain’t ever been a bitch
Mama telling me to just go hard I gotta give it to em
In 2 years bitch I’m tryna be rich
Palm trees in California in japan eating fish and noodles
Get in the way and you can lay in a ditch
I been down for way to long
If you ain’t helping gone and keep it moving
Back to back
I’m stacking racks
Like platinum plaques
To rap on tracks
No asthma attacks
I make it hard for niggas who ass at rap
To get a bucket when I come around they pass it back
Shorty looking in my eyes but that ass so fat
She turn around and let me go and I’ll combat her back
She got the glizzy in her purse what I lack she pack
With an unorthodox flow like its acid rap
Not really tryna have a nigga I’m not mad at that
I get the feeling that she lying so I’m back on track

And I know what they want me to do
But I done seen some things
That they ain’t ready for at all
Where we from it’s a way you can move
Make the wrong step they cut yo fucking face off

Daddy always told a nigga
Son keep grinding and you can cry cuz everything happens for a reason
I think about the way my cousin died a lot
So it’s hard to find trust in a bitch yea I really mean it
Diamonds dancing in my mouth like I’m teething
And if I ever get the chance I won’t take em out
Red pumas on my feet like I’m bleeding
Sliding out a bitch life looking like I’m skiing
Hot box, drop top
She’s a jump off hop scotch
When she come through drop draws
I don’t run off, mob boss
I got one job, shot call
Cuz it’s fuck y’all niggas
Back then they ain’t love me I was broke now I feel so they tryna drive the boat
But I’d never give a nigga or bitch the time of day
Last time I did that with a bitch she ran away
First nigga that I thought was my brother he turned on me for a bitch that he ain’t fucking no more it turned ugly

And I been waiting for a nigga to come test the water
That button I’ll press it for em
So let’s get back to the money something that you and I know
Yea I’m in love with it honey I count it with my eyes closed
Ain’t really tryna hear nun if it ain’t me and my bro


And I know what they want me to do
But I done seen some things
That they ain’t ready for at all
Where we from it’s a way you can move

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Lyrics © SMITH STAR MUZIC

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