🎵 Where I’m From // by Beanz

1 ContributorWhere I’m From Lyrics [Intro] Uh, where I'm from I said— [Chorus] Who gives a uff where I'm from? 'Cause, see, ain't no difference when I'm spittin' this Legal lean's in my cup, come get a sip of this Big [?], big stash dope, real life livin' shit They couldn't sit with me since I dropped explicit lyricists [Verse 1] Picture that, some things just can't be done And yet it all gets tough soon as they family come You ain't no family man, you your family's son Knock down your family tree and now your family's none, so what? Was better off when I ain't cared so much Was easier when I stepped out and they ain't stared so much Felt more love when my peoples wasn't there so much I'm on the throne; that's what it motherfuckin' is, so what? Now yeah, show fake love to my face, that give me more drive On that same road so long, I need a full ride Rob keep tellin' me that we here, guess it's on, right? I snatched the blueprint and started to make my songs cry Ruler's back, showin' out, the fool attack I couldn't manage to not learn from all my foolish acts Takin' over, shit easy, nah, probably in a way But you the heart of your city, you feel shit in other ways Nah, I will never change, [?] jigga that nigga Seen it revolve in music, now I'm tryna see its figures Oh, they causin' a renegade? I will never surrender All I need's a couple Ms and a [?] under the fender I hola hovito, you don't know what you're missin' until you get it They see me, get offended All these girls, girls, girls and none of them be comparin' Ride the izzo blastin' "Izzo" then skrt off in a McLaren, so what? They never mad at where you from, it's all 'bout where you goin' Trust them gut feelings, takin' trips just to feel the motion I tried to love 'em, I couldn't show it, couldn't get open They took my kindness for weakness, now I don't show emotion These hands got tight strokes, you see them fingers workin' Draw when I touch that paper, bring back my kidney moments What a hell of a trip Been goin' hard since I fell in this shit Stepped in a tunnel, Beanz here, you could tell 'em it's lit I've got the water for you whales, keen to sell 'em this shit I been around killers, slingers, felons and shit So, um, don't you get out of line You're best to play your part These cold-bloods don't got no problem turnin' your day to dark I change my attitude next year, made a start They killin' this rap game, I call it slayin' art You gotta pay the cost They told me not to stop until I got to eighty bars Cut that check or pass me on Power 1-0-5 Funk that flex, we had connections, now that ain't a lie Off that sex you couldn't survive a day in mine Killin' all these rappers, never even had to bust that Tec, now what? [Scratched Chorus] Who gives a uff where I'm from? 'Cause, see, ain't no difference when I'm spittin' this Been paintin' pics that dope, real life livin' shit They couldn't, they, they, they couldn't spit, they-they-they-they They couldn't—they, they, they They, they, they, they They couldn't sit with me since I dropped explicit lyricists, lyricists, lyricists, lyricists—