Where We Come From (feat. Marzefekt)

They never knew who I was
Rolled through the city
Hoodie low on my eyes
Like I'm looking for the plug
Trying to cop me a dub
Now a days rolling with the homies real ones who show up
Doing the dash onto bigger things
DMs blowing up I hear the money ring
Never sleep on work it's time to get the green
They gone talk about me bringing up the team
Real life let the cards unfold
Always play my hand never settle and fold
Take my chances anywhere that I go
Start from the bottom sift out the gold
Go and build it up feeling so high
Catching new flights on another ride
Doors open up on the otherside
Just a glimpse of how I hustle makin mine bitch

So we hooked up with black sheep at the summit
He told me to shoot for the stars
You know we carry the heavy metal
But ain't none of us playing guitars
Sober and going on three years
But I still feel at home in these bars
I hopped off the plane in Salt Lake City
but I feel like I landed on Mars
Now, I'm outta my mind and we're outta this world
And we're taking what's ours (gimme that shit)
And, now, ya'll done ran outta time you're coming unfurled
So now we're taking charge (controlled chaos)
I used to look in the mirror and I would see was the pain and the flaws and the scars (sick)
Now when you picture Controlled Chaos
you see checkered flags champagne and cigars

I was sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
Always missing work
It almost got me fired
But I got my shit together
And had my brain rewired
Tryna get everything that I desire
I'm the first to show up
And the last to leave
You the first to pour up
And get your ass beat
If you take it too far
Then I'll blast the heat
Chalk lined his fuckin body
That's my masterpiece (Ambrose)

It ain't what it could be
It is what is should be
Walking through the shadows
Black Tims and a hoodie (uhh)
Stay strapped up like I'm ready for war (damn)
I don't even fuckin knock
I just bust through the door (cott)
The early bird gets the worm
So I'm ready to soar (get em)
Our shit so damn potent
Got 'em begging for more
Don't be tryna catch this wave
You do better on shore (whoooo)
I'm down to throw these fucking hands
So we can settle the score bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Ambrose
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