1st Klass Dee - Where I Came

On some real shit nigga
We ain't trying to catch no stains
We out here really just trying to get this money
Been on the block
Trying to get it
I'm up out that shit
We ain't going back
Fuck that

I had to make my pockets fat
Mail in the Pack

Up and down the block
Serve exotic like its crack

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

I had to make my pockets fat
Mail in the Pack

Up and down the block
Serve exotic like its crack

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Waking up on perkys
Counting money like the 1st

If a nigga want the smoke
Got the pistol in her purse

You can get it if you work
When niggas hate that be the worst

I put my heart in every verse
Just keep it real I can't rehearse

Free the homies out the jail know my brother never tell know my bitch go ride like train rails
Popping pain pills
All this pain make you painless
How that pain feel
This hoe wanna be famous
Shit get dangerous

Fell in love with money
Heard a bitch can be a curse

Fuck your wave I don't wanna serf

Making Plays like I'm on a turf

Can't fuck with her cause she don't know her worth

I had to make my pockets fat
Mail in the Pack

Up and down the block
Serve exotic like its crack

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

I had to make my pockets fat
Mail in the Pack

Up and down the block
Serve exotic like its crack

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

This for them niggas in the trap
That ain't taking no trips
These for them niggas on the block go unload the whole clip
I been working all night trying to ice out the patek

Recorded it in the basement
Put the stacks in the attic
I came out a shack in the back of the ghetto the ratchet
The ratchet
Now she do whatever I'm asking

Waking up on perkys
Counting money like the 1st

If a nigga want the smoke
Got the pistol in her purse

You can get it if you work
When niggas hate that be the worst

I put my heart in every verse
Just keep it real I can't rehearse

I had to make my pockets fat
Mail in the Pack

Up and down the block
Serve exotic like its crack

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

I had to make my pockets fat
Mail in the Pack

Up and down the block
Serve exotic like its crack

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Came from the projects
We ain't Neva going back

Waking up on perkys
Counting money like the 1st

If a nigga want the smoke
Got the pistol in her purse

You can get it if you work
When niggas hate that be the worst

I put my heart in every verse
Just keep it real I can't rehearse

Written by:
Deonte Partee

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