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cte 3 - where i'm from كلمات الأغنية

where i’m from lyrics
[verse]
say where i’m from we ain’t have no pot to p_ss
go ask my hood who started this
never been p_ssy, we grew up taking on that robbing sh_t
remember that call, they said my brudda ‘nem done shot the b_tch
i should’ve been gone a while ago, thank god them b_tches missed
f_ck the other side
you don’t know me? go ask your baby momma
we done flipped that b_tch so many times, they had to make more condoms
i keep me two sticks right on my side they say lil’ 3 a drummer
love talking my sh_t, say f_ck the school, i should just be a plumber
came up bad as f_ck, wе was skipping class in the hallway
i’d die behind my gang, i told lil’ bro i’m just onе call away
get down or lay down, just like my brudda said, you play you lay
”3 you made it out, why you still spin?’’ lil bro it’s hard to say
f_ck the fame, ’till all my bruddas straight i don’t feel like i made it
i just want they money, f_ck the views, n_gga f_ck the placement
can’t feel like i’m up if i say no to one of my bruddas babies
truest story told put on my arm, you gone big bro i hate it
azrael, angel of death, b_tch i feel like the reaper
said i wouldn’t be sh_t, but now yo’ check ain’t even one of my features
know that i’m the coldest out ‘bama, that’s why i keep my heater
know that i’m the star of my hood, i do this for my people
say i got 6 in my veins, b_tch that’s what hat i bleed
it’s f_ck your rookie of the year, cuhz i’m the mvp
my roster all_star shooters, we the hood winning_team
they side done always been p_ssy, once a month they gon’ bleed
we spin they block just like a cyclone
you left your man he had to die alone
these n_ggas p_ssy like they cycle on
smoking your dead, your b_tch love my cologne
i speak my truth behind this microphone
and i wouldn’t leave my brudda
i wouldn’t leave my thug
i wouldn’t leave the ones that i said i love
we too locked in can’t fall out ’bout no b_tch
what’s known ain’t told, ain’t spoke on sh_t
i just you bro, gon’ dump yo stick
you shoot, i shoot ’till this b_tch cl!ck, honest
i’m chasing bucks i feel like giannis
scream lli he live through me my brudda timeless (long live isaiah)
don’t give a f_ck ’bout what they post i ain’t responding
this .223 gon meet that n_gga where his spine is
it’s f_ck the county, f_ck the city, f_ck the whole state
it’s f_ck the judge until them crackas drop that f_cking case
8hunnid made me, i swear i’ll die this same way
still on the same sh_t, some things ain’t gon’ never change

- cte 3

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