Where I'm From

Ain't have time for some my dead friends
Really wish i could buy em a richard
Came up out the dirt like planted
Holidays start to feel real different
We posted be a the top like ceiling fans
Look how they changed our plans
She know i got lot of confidence
Bet the goyard make her sin

I take her to my estate,
Then we skip foreplay
She don't do kate spade
Dolce for my bae

I was trynna put u in the wraith
Countin up stars durin the day
My lil bro in a grave
I ain't wanna see u that way

Where i'm from
Heaven startin look like a vacation
I can't turn my back on the hood
Cuz that what made me
All my friends been dying
I'm just begging god to save
I got plans for the fam
Want the house that's gated
I been countin up dead faces
Countin up dead racist
The same bitches said they love me
Den went head and betrayed me
I den lost so many day 1s
Idk who stayin
I fillin up my cup it's filthy

These hoes lie in every conversation
So i'm getting higher than constellations
Put my main bitch in some louie V
Nah her name not Kap but she on her knees
I been rockin rare raf like flawlessly
Mix the balmain jeans wit the gucci sneaks
She ain't never met a nigga as real as me
I could put her on vibes, she ain't never gone leave
I gotta do what it take for that check
Want mother wrist wit da patek
All my bruhders fly em there and back
G5 got my feet up relax
Motivation for the hood when i flex
Been thru hard times
Need the codiene for stress

Where i'm from
Heaven startin look like a vacation
I can't turn my back on the hood
Cuz that what made me
All my friends been dying
I'm just begging god to save
I got plans for the fam
Want the house that's gated
I been countin up dead faces
Countin up dead racist
The same bitches said they love me
Den went head and betrayed me
I den lost so many day 1s
Idk who stayin
I fillin up my cup it's filthy



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Sams
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