OhGeesy, Rucci, BandGang Lonnie Bands - Where I’m From lyrics

Uh huh, nigga, talk that shit
'cause I live that shit, nigga
Uh, nigga, you know
What I'm sayin', I'm the KOD, nigga
Ain't met a nigga yet that played with me
(Hold on, hold on)

Hey, they know where I'm from
What I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk down
Ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon'
Get you laid down (Ron-Ron do that shit)

Huh, 75 to 69 still the safe route, huh
The opps down bad, bring the yellow tape out
Huh
I'm like J Prince, I brought the drank out
These niggas still snitchin'
They brought the jakes out


You got questioned 'bout a murder
And wrote a name down
I got questioned 'bout a murder
And I stayed down
We throw B's up, huh, and P's down
I'm rеally stressed out
Them fеds back around
Man, I'm sick them pigs back on my ass
They think I'm the one puttin'
Niggas up in them bodybags
Man, I'm sick I blew two
Hundred fifty bands fast
This all street money
I ain't get no advance

Yeah, you know where I'm at
Where I really be (Norf)
On the Norf, Philly P's, I love the energy
(That's on Norf)
We got money, we got drugs, we got big guns
(We got big guns)
This a yopper, that's a Glock, nigga
Pick one (Ayy, okay, though)
Give a fuck about an image
I'm really out here thuggin' (Go)
The nigga tried to rob me
(What?) , I almost killed my cousin (Norf)
I'm off these pills bustin'
I don't care about nothin' (Ayy)
Rollin' like a mother (Huh?)
Fuck her off the X like Jeezy (Like Jeezy)
Me and my drank like I'm Weezy (Go)
Ron-Ron load it up, I lay 'em down
This shit easy (Okay)
In Detroit with Lonnie Bands
Ran through a lot of bands (Go)
RuccDawg got the hood hot again (Go)

Hey, they know where I'm from
What I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk down
Ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon'
Get you laid down
Hey, they know where I'm from
What I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk down
Ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon'
Get you laid down

Pill flipper, yeah
That's what I'm really 'bout
Drank sipper, I ain't never seen a drought
You my baby, then I got you
That's without a doubt high school
I was fuckin' hoes in mama house
Now I just bought my kid and baby mom a house
(yeah) finna face a blunt, bitch roll stout
I can get it by myself
That's without a doubt (Gang)
All I ever wanted money
I ain't wanted clout
I ain't even want no pussy
I just wanted mouth
So you can pick your pants up, baby
Get up out i ain't even want no pussy
I just wanted mouth
So you can pick your pants up, baby
Get up out
Only want that head, you don't get no dick
Ho my youngin, he a goblin, nigga
Just like Piccolo
And he 'bout whatever, nigga
That's my little bro
And I got an older bitch
But she still a little ho
Yeah, I got a big bag, nigga
You got little dough
I just poured a quarter pint, nigga
That's a little four i was flippin' keys
You niggas moved a little blow
If you move a little, then my nigga, yeah
He finna blow

Hey, they know where I'm from
What I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk down
Ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon'
Get you laid down
Hey, they know where I'm from
What I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk down
Ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon'
Get you laid down