Where I Live

Ahh
Aye, aye (aye)
Ah yeah
Shit get crazy where I live
Growing up in the six (growing up in the six)
I swear there aint no place
Like the Jane and the Finch (Jane and the Finch)
Uh, yeah, yeah

Shit get crazy where I live
Growing up in the six
I swear there aint no place
Like the Jane and the Finch
Where I'm from don't flinch
Cause they gon' let it rip (brrt, brrt)
And rule number one is never trust that chick (never)
I'm speaking facts real shit
I know y'all heard Roddy Ricch
You rather face twelve than get carried by six (facts)
So when you hit the road
You better have that stick
And when you see them boys
You better dash that quick

Hit the dash in the whip
Start swerving down the strip (skrt)
And never catch a light
Press the gas to the crib (to the crib)
But make sure nobody's followin'
Cause you don't wanna hot up the spot
That you makin' money in
Every day I'm on my grind
And I swear that ain't no option kid
I'm getting to the racks
Oh yeah that bag I need all of it (big bag)
Man that chick ain't really loyal
Every week she keep hollerin'
Cause she see me making moves
And now she fuckin' and swallowin' (ah yeah)
Money makin' moves
That be my motive all year (uh)
Everywhere I go
These people love to stop and stare
But I don't even care
I drip so hard I feel like Flair (woo)
Only real ones in my circle
We ain't messin' with no squares (naw)
And every night I go to sleep
I say a prayer for my loved ones
I don't smoke no weed
But tonight I might roll blunt up
To ease my mind
Cause lately man I swear that shit's been fucked up
To ease my mind
Cause lately man I swear thats shit's been fucked up
(Yeah yeah)

Shit get crazy where I live
Growing up in the six
I swear there ain't no place
Like the Jane and the Finch
Where I'm from don't flinch
Cause they gon' let it rip (brrtt, brrtt)
And rule number one is never trust that chick (naw)
I'm speaking facts real shit
I know y'all heard Roddy Ricch (I know ya)
You rather face twelve than get carried by six
So when you hit the road
You better have that stick (you better have that)
And when you see them boys
You better, you better

Hit the dash on 'em
But don't crash on 'em
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
And best believe I hit up Saks and yeah
I drop the racks on 'em
(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
I swear my life a movie but
I don't got the script to it
The key to making money
Is there gotta be a risk to it
She all up on a nigga now
Cause I be making hit music (ah)
She thought she was the only one
I swear these bitches so stupid
Tryna get my cake up
When I wake up
She on me tryna play dumb
Like she don't wanna make (love)
I like bitches with no makeup
Yeah that's my flavour
I don't do no favours
Cause there's too much fake love (oh)
I can't trust a soul (soul)
I can't trust a nigga or bitch oh no (no)
Oh yeah
I can't trust a soul, cause
Where I'm from man these streets be really cold (yeah yeah)
(Cold yeah)

Shit get crazy where I live
Growing up in the six
It get crazy where I live
Growing up in the six yeah
I swear there ain't no place
Like the Jane and the Finch (naw)
Man I swear there ain't no place
Like the Jane and the Finch yeah
Where I'm from don't flinch
Cause they gon' let it rip
Where I'm from please don't flinch
I swear that they gon' let it rip yeah
And rule number one is never trust that chick
I said rule number one
Is never trust no bitch naw

Aye
Man I feel like Roddy Roddy yeah
I rather face twelve than get carried by six yeah (aye)
And you better have that stick yeah (aye)
And hit the dash real quick yeah