Where I'm From (feat. Tory Lanez)

Seven hundred pair of Jordans like I'm Michael Jordan
Ironic copy with your wife and scoring
Iconic nigga in that blackened Bentley
And shout out to your bitch I fucked by accidently
Black on black we pull up like somebody died
Guess it's 'cause my girl just set the game on homicide
Photo self is foreign colored like a Easter egg
I can't even talk to Siri I think she the feds

Don't resort the violence, I just resort the islands
I got some bitches with me, bad is for your tolerance
Master in the bachelor, fuck a four year college
I go to sleep and wake up when the sun can scorch the islands
Fuck when they put me in this position
Had to hit some niggas with a 40 kinda let them know I left from this position
With the trigger finger in addition got them hitters with me like a job bang
Pistols ripping, leaving niggas stiff and let the medics zip him like he bald man

Fuck are they waiting on, fuck are they waiting on
This money in hundreds, my honey be stunting
And that's what the fuck they be hating on
It's paid but don't make what you niggas be looking like that
Ain't the motherfucking way to go
I ain't wanna be around these broke niggas
That's what the fuck that I made it for

Haha, wait hold on, just let me talk my shit after, you know what I'm saying
You know I come through I might start flying in on niggas you feel me
I feel I ain't gotta walk in a room no more
I might just start parachuting on niggas, that's how fly I'm feeling

Hello, it's me, the one they came to see
And I really made it baby, there are some things they wanna achieve
Looking at my pretty bitch, how the fuck I'm supposed to live
Guess I came a long way from when them cars was drove with keys
When you felt that ocean breeze, was it all for social feeds
Saying I'm worth a couple millions, did it all with no degrees
Got these hoes up in they feelings watch them fall below they needs
Was the one they overseen and now we touring overseas

Jesus, just don't freeze us, colder that store peaser
Bag me a no banny and hit her before easter
Oh, please forgive me its smoked in bitch lets get jiggy
Better respect the city the shit ain't get less than pretty
Came from the west of India, respect for the rest of envy
Success was just destiny, simply is best you could question in me
No ref but the tech is with me, I bet they won't vet to kiss me
Shoulder should dirt no whiskey, I'm scared of love they can't convince me

Took all this risk to get me here
Imma take way more next year
Lost me a hommie I'm pouring a beer
And in the dirt I'll shed a tear
Wish he ain't have gon' disapper
But I still see the future crystal clear
Shout out my buddy the success is near
I'm on my way to the top did you hear, yeah

I'm just chilling and killing these beats
Sipping on liquor and smoking this weed
Jin and juice paper playing lifes a dream
Sometimes I wonder if this is what I need, yeah
Fuck it with the hommie I do what I please
Count my blessings as if I just sneezed
I'm a dope rapper just get to know me

Fuck if you hating you'll wait till I drop
I know I'll find my way up at the top
Read every line you see I'm spending high
I ain't gon stop till I get me some guap
Fuck being broke Imma get me a lad
Playing shit only considering my spot
I feel like Jenobli, I'm showing my shine

Next shot is goat
Neck I'm on juice than a wallow post
Got head no head dance when I'm proud the most
Good times feel like I lay south the most
All facts off tops like snap the quotes
Victable on disposal who trap the most
Never been good with the status quo
Rock show up when it matters most

Gospel flow like the rap I spoke
Findle follow get your ally smoke
She a gold digger she just stached my source
At the home bitter, she can't have my dough
Tory Lanez on this kind of shit
Battle rapper at the end of this shit
It's wars up to the world I'm stamping on this shit
Extra caught the touch and I'm carrying that shit (R.I.P.)



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Anthony Battles, Daystar Peterson, Julian Quentin Nicholson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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