Where I Come From lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Uh, damn, ay Zay, you know you a fool, n*gga
I swear to God
Givin' this beat to Fool, n*gga
God damn, lets get it

[Chorus]
I come from Burglar Bars, stolen cars
Rest in peace my Dons, they fallen stars
I might just kill thirty of 'em
Got that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get above me
You gon die, you motherf*ckin' touch me
I seen some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm going straight stupid
I hang with the cluckers, the Js, and the boot
The nine let him live but the K it went through him
I'm tryin' kill your son, you better move him
Dope in from Cuba, we shop in Peru too
Shot your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news

[Verse]
n*gga, cash rules, I'm a bad dude
Slap yo mama out, b*tch I'm that rude
I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that cruel
f*cked that n*gga b*tch, she geekin' to set up her dude
I just been toting my tool, the beef it be thicker than wool
I'm geekin' to go straight to war, I shoot 'til the shell hit the core
f*ck a rat, like a Muslim hate pork
I'm come on stage and they roar
Hop on the beat and I'm leaving it sore
Just dropped a tape and they geekin' for more
Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar
[Chorus]
I come from Burger Bobs, stolen cars
Rest in peace my Dons, they fallen stars
I might just kill thirty of 'em
Got that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get above me
You gon die, you motherf*ckin' touch me
I seen some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm going straight stupid
I hang with the cluckers, the Js, and the boot
The nine let him live but the K it went through him
I'm tryin' kill your son, you better move him
Dope in from Cuba, we shop in Peru too
Shot your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news

[Outro]
I'm sorry, but we had to do it
Hey, hear me
When there's work to be done, n*gga, we gon' get it done
Uh, damn, shout out to Zay, uh
Rich Shootas don't play, gang