Kashtides - Where I'm From

Bro on license, he ain't learning
On the road, with no permit
Man took a L, had to firm it
In a dirty spot, hardly furnished
It's hardly perfect
Where I'm from, you rap or start serving
Fishscale, they're playing with Sherbet
Fishtail the whip and they're swerving

Came for the racks, know we need sterling
Racks, pockets on Sherman Klump
This pen got me out that slump
My bro he ain't make that jump
So a box of food, that's lunch
Got my stomach turning
We know second place ain't a winner
This world turn a saint to a sinner
Protect myself from evil
Fly to heights, like an eagle
All the man there that know the flow lethal
Couple years, move the needle
Don't wanna see me like I'm an equal
It's cool, the clip refill
Touch mic, back for a sequel
Way that I shell, that should be illegal
I'm moving too regal
I'm a king, got faith in myself
Y'all shoulda seen the state of my health
Get to the bag, don't wait for no help
See all my people weigh it their self
Either you dead or wait in a cell
Always make sure there's food on the shelf
But the block so hot you might melt

Yo is that you Kash?

Yo what you saying

Still trying to do that rap ting?

Yeah man

Swear... OK
Well when you're ready to make some real money holla man

Bro on license, he ain't learning
On the road, with no permit
Man took a L, had to firm it
In a dirty spot, hardly furnished
It's hardly perfect
Where I'm from, you rap or start serving
Fishscale, they're playing with Sherbet
Fishtail the whip and they're swerving

He said

Lord I pray they don't merk me
Mercy, swear these packs they're just percy
Pearly gates, the Jake got me nervy
No sleep, hold it down for the whole team

No wiser words from the OGs
Let go of smoke, and just blow trees
Icy charm, the only way dough freeze
Wrapped up but neck got a cold breeze
Making sure all my woadies set
Don't believe, y'all gon' hold them bets
Times broke, now I know I'm next
This show money like an open chest
Front of the crowd gyally holding breast
This browning help me cope with stress
Negatives start to notice less
Took all these steps now I know success, yes

Nah I hear that still
But I think I'm gonna focus on this music ting
Safe

Can you believe this fucking guy?
Some dumb lickle yute man
Fuck it
Suit yourself blood
Come let's go man

Come on, it's long overdue blood
It's long overdue
What you got coming?

Written by:
Miles Warner

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