Slim Thug - Coming From lyrics

Living life in the hardest city
Understand where I'm coming from
Understand where I'm coming from

This where the gangstas survive
And bitch niggas died
Somebody from your block got, got
You gotta ride
Where the bitches suspicious that's why
You can't trust em
Pimp, steal, hell you might not wanna fuck em
The block is on fire
Them laws want you locked
Even if you pay the hustle they
Take the little that you got
When niggas get shot
And it ain't no big deal
Cause everybody took what even
If they get killed
It's hard to cry for 'em we're so used
To it live everyday like it's our last
It's like that nigga knew it
Robbing and stealing, hustling and killin'
Serve that, I just smile
Living with no villain
Where they so tired of starvin'
They'd rather be in jail
They go home and after tell
Their kids they failed
I'm from the South side of Houston
Where everybodys strapped
But, I love my hood so I put it on the map

I come from the rock bottom
Trains and steel mills
My partner fuck school
He'd rather rock chrome wheels
Babys been having babies like condoms
They never made 'em
Give them up to their parents cause
Surely they couldn't raise 'em
Let the curtain fall fuck the
Laws and the judge
Sendin' niggas up the creek for selling
Drugs they gave to us
My grandma always used to say
Cherish what you love
Cause God is comin' soon for me and
You to take us up above
They hollin' change here but I got bills due
So pardon me when Imma eat
And I don't feel you
Just let me smoke my weed and
Drank upon this chill brew
And reminisce on life when it was
Laid back and chill too
I'm still pourin out for
Partners that did pass
But never pour too much cause I
Try to make it last make do with what I got
I appreciate what I have
If you ain't searchin' for the
Truth then why you asked
Mississippi where I'm comin' from

I'm from the home of religion where
They searching for a way
Where they sent you far away
And they got less than any but
Still got the most faith
Home of the G's, land of the slaves
Rest in peace and much respect to
All my G's that passed away
And on that note I lost
Two more the other day
Where the good die young and
The kids duck strays
On the way to school jumpin' over blood pools
You can smell it in they clothes
It's like the Devil's burnt through
And they immune to it, how is this normal?
Where the babies get burned and
Preachers call that karma
See where I'm from they will tell us anything
Like fuck it if we crash
They just want us out they lane
Yeah man, that's a motherfucking shame
And every gutter is the same
But different motherfuckin' drain
I'm from the slums, gorilla red off chromes
Where you better not come
Rich niggas get done
And the bricks bitch, ugh!