Jim Jones, Maino, DramaB2R - My Era lyrics

[Jim Jones, Maino, DramaB2R - My Era lyrics]

Heatmakerz crack Music
Right about this time
I'd like to say a prayer
For everyone out there bow your heads
Twelve sinners all around the world
Pray for y'all i can dig it, uh huh
Pray for me, I pray for you
I even pray for my enemies too, you heard?
Where I'm from, we don't live long
The good die young where you from?

Where I'm from
It still get cold in the summertime
And dark in the daytime where I'm from
I seen all the toughest niggas fold and
I swear it didn't take time
I watched niggas go and change
Did in no time
They gon' try and throw shade
So we don't shine
We gon' buy forty Rollies for the old time
They don't wanna see us shine, we
Don't pay 'em no mind, yeah

We got fresh watchin' the Dapper Dan era
I'm from that come up short
Smack you and your man era runnin' 'round
A thousand grams inside a
Hundred grand Carrera
Rockin' two G's, a couple
Grand on the sweater, uh
Add 'em up, these is Gucci mathematics
(Breathe) to get some fresh airs, I
Want pump like an asthmatic, no cap
(Breathe, nigga)
I'm just runnin' down a list of things
I hit the jeweler
I got the watch and gotta get the ring
(Facts) i'm still flyin' through Harlam
You think the whip had wings (Woo)
And everybody got the throne until
They hit the 'caine (Boom)
That nigga speakin' malice but he so valid
He send out hit's like Khaled (We the Best)
Shit, they take his top off in that Maybach
Forgive me, God, don't let me say that
(Chill) but Lord knows I been to hell
I'm on my way back (I'm comin')
I'm ridin' dirty in that
Foreign for that payback

Where I'm from
It still get cold in the summertime
And dark in the daytime where I'm from
I seen all the toughest niggas fold and
I swear it didn't take time
I watched niggas go and change
Did in no time
They gon' try and throw shade
So we don't shine
We gon' buy forty Rollies for the old time
They don't wanna see us shine, we
Don't pay 'em no mind, yeah

I'm from that rope chain, cocaine
The crack era
TNT came, we tossed out packs era
Took money, ski mask
Them gloves was black leather
Friends dead, RIP on the
Wall with black letters, ayy
Lord forgive us, nobody prepared all us
On the road to riches
A cell what's waitin' for us at court
Hopin' somebody came with bail for us
'Fore them warrants popped up
They try to leave us locked up
Red light green, them G's was yellin' go
Idolize dope dealers
Bought Beamers off sellin' blow (yeah)
Runnin' up the bread
My business was gettin' more (Word)
'Til they see me come through in
Black coupes with yellow hoes
I'm a god in my ghetto
Beat odds in my ghetto
Spinned blocks, threw shots
Survived wars in my ghetto (yeah)
Kept it on me like I glued
My palm to the metal
You can't call God when you
Fuck with the wrong devil (Let's go)
They underrated my greatness
Anti lame, I'm not related to fake shit
Took a vow never to live broke, we stay rich
Bed-Stuy fly, where young killers go apeshit
(yeah)

Where I'm from
It still get cold in the summertime
And dark in the daytime where I'm from
I seen all the toughest niggas fold and
I swear it didn't take time
I watched niggas go and change
Did in no time
They gon' try and throw shade
So we don't shine
We gon' buy forty Rollies for the old time
They don't wanna see us shine, we
Don't pay 'em no mind, yeah

Yeah, I'm from and dark in the daytime, ooh
I'm from swear it didn't take time, no
Did in no time shade so we don't shine
For the old times
We don't pay 'em no mind, no

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret