Nolaboy Cap - Where I'm From

Nolaboy, wassam
Watch me do my dance, watch me do my dance
Watch me do my dance, watch me do my dance
Yeah, I'm in this bitch, and I know you know, yeah
Where I'm from, we call it the slums
Where I'm from, it's like a gift and a curse
Where I'm from, gotta stay strapped with your gun
They liftin' souls where I'm from, them demons bussin' for none
It ain't no love, when you get to the top
Fuck what we was, I'm going in, I can't stop
It ain't no love, left in me, I can't sleep
Where I'm from, they'd rather see you with a bond or deceased
My eyes bloodshot, piffed out, I'm smoking loud
They say I'm making too much noise
Gotta make my people proud, mama smiling down
Her la boy, he shining now
Fuck who talking down
Gotta get this bag, won't joce no clowns now
No 3-5, but I'm balling like KD
No meek, forever chasing my dreams, we all eatin'
Ain't no type of money, should ever come between your brothers
When you got that kind of money, you supposed to feed all your potnas
Put them in position to get it
But they ain't wanna see you with it
It's a backdoor in it, closest homie prolly did it
Whole crew was with it
Fam don't even know who did it Snake friends an eyewitness
Go to show you, no love in them trenches
This is real life, youngins killing for stripes
Youngins tucking them pipes, they popping out broad daylight
Could give a fuck about a life, long as they snatchin' a life
And when you sign up for that shit, la boy, you in it for life
Where I'm from, we call it the slums
Where I'm from, it's like a gift and a curse
Where I'm from, gotta stay strapped with your gun
They liftin' souls where I'm from, them demons bussin' for none
It ain't no love, when you get to the top
Fuck what we was, I'm going in, I can't stop
It ain't no love, left in me, I can't sleep
Where I'm from, they'd rather see you with a bond or deceased
You can't box me in, I'm an artist
You ain't my bitch, I'm breaking hearts like I'm heartless
You ain't kin, your word ain't law, I can't listen
Two things blowin' bout me, Smitty and Wesson
When you spittin', gotta know the rules when you speak
Rule number one, keep your tool when it's beef
Rule number two, keep your broom for the sweep
Rule number three, keep your dogs on a leash
Cause they'll put you on the menu, dawg, bon appetite
Make sure you feed your killers, dawg, cause they'll creep
In your bushes all black, trying to put you on a tee
That envy be so real, I'm staying true to my team
Cashlova be the brand, everybody want mimic
Came in this game different, and I ain't fucking with gimmicks Only fazos on my feet, so you know how I kick it
Ghetto angels around me, my demons uppin' in a second
Where I'm from, we call it the slums
Where I'm from, it's like a gift and a curse
Where I'm from, gotta stay strapped with your gun
They liftin' souls where I'm from, them demons bussin' for none
It ain't no love, when you get to the top
Fuck what we was, I'm going in, I can't stop
It ain't no love, left in me, I can't sleep
Where I'm from, they'd rather see you with a bond or deceased
Where I'm from, we call it the slums
Where I'm from, it's like a gift and a curse
Where I'm from, gotta stay strapped with your gun
Them demons uppin' for none, them demons bussin' for none
It ain't no love, when you get to the top
Fuck what we was, I'm going in, I can't stop
It ain't no love, left in me, I can't sleep
Where I'm from, they'd rather see you with a bond or deceased

Written by:
Jorey Pannia

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