Where I’m From lyrics

[Intro]
Legendary
What it do, boy?
Keed, talk to 'em (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Reminiscing 'bout these old days (Old days)
Realize I came a long way (Long way)
I'ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh)
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water)
n*ggas talkin' and it's fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin')
I reel these hoes in like I'm fishin', money was the bait (Money was the object)
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, b*tch, uh-uh (Let that ho go)
Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I'm from (I'm tryna get a bag)
Nah boy, there ain't nothin' passin' these junkie n*ggas, these crumbs (Ain't nothin', junkie n*ggas, crumbs)
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', I'ma keep smokin', blow my lungs
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', young slime ridin' with 'em, right or wrong
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', count a bankroll 'til the early mornin'

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Oh yeah
All of 'em built soft
Oh-oh
Let's go
[Verse]
Yeah, b*tch
Weighin' up this hard on this motherf*ckin' scale, b*tch
Yeah, I was stickin' around to wait for that exotic to come through the mail, b*tch
Young n*gga Scooby Scoob
Go and get some money, n*gga, 'fore the bail hit
A n*gga havin' pressure on these hoes, but you know slime f*ckin' bad sh*t
Finna ball me into a superstar, ain't nothin' 'bout me average
Got big drip, yeah, real drip, sh*t n*ggas ain't even havin'
I put a big clip on a big chip, and you know slime get to smashin'
Yeah-eah

[Chorus]
Reminiscing 'bout these old days (Old days)
Realize I came a long way (Long way)
I'ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh)
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water)
n*ggas talkin' and it's fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin')
I reel these hoes in like I'm fishin', money was the bait (Money was the object)
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, b*tch, uh-uh (Let that ho go)
Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I'm from (I'm tryna get a bag)
Nah boy, there ain't nothin' passin' these junkie n*ggas, these crumbs (Ain't nothin', junkie n*ggas, crumbs)
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', I'ma keep smokin', blow my lungs
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', young slime ridin' with 'em, right or wrong
Nah, b*tch, it ain't nothin', count a bankroll 'til the early mornin'
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah-eah-eah-eah (Let's go)
Oh yeah
All of 'em built soft
Oh-oh

[Outro]
Oh yeah
Oh, oh