Where I'm From



publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Deric Micheal Angelettie, Shawn Carter, Shawn C Carter, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Norman J. Whitfield
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ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable
Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
Chorus: {5x
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
Your laughing, you know the place well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
If the shit is lies, god strike me
We'll never know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Verse Three:
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Three dice and shoot the five
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood.


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