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Grafh

Genres: Hip-Hop

Where I'm From Lyrics - Grafh

Uh huh yeah, look here 

Okay black kingdom stand up 

My name Grafh y'all my nigga Lil' Flip 

My nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga 

 

Watch this, uh uh let me show you 

What it's where I'm from 

Ya hear me, it's like this 

Listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said 

 

Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya for that crack to serve 

They keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves 

They clap them burners that go rat, ya heard 

Now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved 

 

The odyssey ain't gotta be my team 

We tryna be the last of a dyin' grave, we blast if you tryna play 

Then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read 

You fall like the spot behind ya knees 

 

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You get suffocated when you tryin' to breathe 

I dare you to try to sneeze lil' nigga, please lil' nigga 

My snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese 

Tryna keep dope and his rice and beans 

 

I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me 

I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky 

I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds 

Motherfucker I'm a hustler 

 

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die 

Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply 

Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns 

We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds 

 

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day 

And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day 

And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day 

And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga 

 

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I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click 

Don't play with my money, you son of a bitch 

I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine 

So I put in extra work in the summertime 

 

'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit 

And don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich 

So fuck that I'm all about goin' and get it 

And if anybody in the way they gonna get it 

 

I'm a G, I was raised by killers and thug niggaz 

That'll suffocate you and leave you in a tub nigga 

Hub niggaz for kilo's and take they work 

Play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt 

 

I don't play, won't play, I never did 

I fucked up, I could've been a better kid 

But now it's too late to turn back 

Stripes on my shirt I earned that 

 

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day 

And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day 

And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day 

And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga 

 

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die 

Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply 

Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns 

We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds 

 

Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothin' funny 

Niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin', hustlin' 

Don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack 

I'm from the haters ain't never stop me yet 

 

I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret 

It's 5.00 dollar a pop in the hood for some cigarettes 

Where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest 

Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest 

 

Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest 

Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest 

Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest 

Where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck, where I'm from 

 

Where I'm from I run with a pack 

Of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought 

Them three bricks right there they come with them rats 

And if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin' in laps 

 

I'm the same young nigga pumpin' that crack 

I'm the same young nigga dumpin' the gat 

I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac 

Hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back 

 

Throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac 

Motorize stash box for that 

So know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat 

Fuckin' with the Clover nigga have you under attack 

 

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die 

Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply 

Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns 

We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds 

 

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day 

And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day 

And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day 

And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga 

 

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die 

Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply 

Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns 

We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds 

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