I'm From

Yeah

Yo, everyday I'd watch the older dudes pitch on the corner
And smoked blunts, I'd walk by and catch a whiff from the odor
Empty Henny bottles broken, they don't mix it with soda
'Cause where I'm from we went to war and every kid was a soldier
Grew up with the wrong crowd, box-cutters in our pockets
Fuck around and we make sure you get it first like a deposit
It wasn't worth it, we was stompin' with a thirst for gainin' profit
Every person on my block was either servin' or were on it
We then go by our own rules that we made up ourselves
And heaven never existed 'cause we came up in hell
Those rap videos taught me that we still had a chance to make it
2Pac, Biggie Smalls and Mac Dre on every playlist
School was a distraction from the reality around us
It was actually astounding that it had to be the outcome
If you are white then you are shady, if you black then you are Malcolm
The young dudes could get you weed, the OGs were sellin' powder

See where I'm from you can wind up dead, with
(Hollow hasp to your dog grass)
That's right and that's why all I'm tryna say is
You should get your Smith & Wesson, 'cause
(I was raised in the ill drug section)
Out where the money always dirty and the needles never sterile, we were
(We be stackin' the ammo, we cockin' the double barrel)
On the bad side of town, the other side had it better, that was
(Police trap, we get away too clever)

See, that's the thing about these streets you could get caught up quick
You get hit with a stray bullet when that shotgun spit
Yo, I've seen kids at sixteen doin' some bye-bye shit
The pop-pop and they get got inside that hot box whip
That life style could consume you
The money you get used to is always dirty
So you're searchin' for a purpose like a fool
Yeah, your pockets kinda thick and them girls been fuckin' with you
But it's only 'cause they drawn toward the money, that's an issue
The people that you thought were your homies will start to diss you
So you think you better to walk around packin' pistol
Cats befriend you just to get a small taste of how you livin'
But they weren't when you were cookin' base inside the kitchen
It's a fucked up world, but it's the one that we live in
You can get caught and go to jail and get out on condition
That's the system, though
They want to believe you the man
So if you smart then I suggest that you just leave while you can
It's real shit

See where I'm from you can wind up dead, with
(Hollow hasp to your dog grass)
That's right and that's why all I'm tryna say is
You should get your Smith & Wesson, 'cause
(I was raised in the ill drug section)
Out where the money always dirty and the needles never sterile, we were
(We be stackin' the ammo, we cockin' the double barrel)
On the bad side of town, the other side had it better, that was
(Police trap, we get away too clever)