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It's different where I'm from
This is where I'm from
Shit I love where I'm from
Where I'm from from
Nigga ask where I'm from
Where I'm from from
Shit

It really smell like tacos in this bitch for real though 
That shit stank
Yuh yuh yuh yuh 
Aye yuh

Ok like all these niggas trash 
Bitch give me my

I mean I might be a menace to society in my own ways 
But I dont give a fuck I was put on Earth to annihilate 
And kill shit with no remorse so let's

I might pull up in a new whip
I might pull up with a new bitch
Try to doubt 313 then you stupid
Double G's on my hip, that's that new shit
I might

den gave
Well den pay ya boy
Ain’t shit free
In this world
Just play the board
Have faith in what you doing
Gotta stay the course
Watch out
It be

Ima always hold it down till the day that I die
All about my business I ain’t talking suit and tie
I ain’t stressing bout shit that’s why I’m getting

Yeah, yeah
Roll that shit up
Lit that shit up
Puff, puff, pass my n***a
Put that in rotation
Put that in rotation
Put that in rotation 
Put that in

I’ve been doing this shit for four years
It is not that long, but it’s all tears
All fears became our cheers
We aim the goal like archers
Pushing

'cause I'm drunk as shit on another track
Oh shit!
Oh my god!
Ight, yeah...
You be liking a bitch, but you be dogging a bitch, crazy
She don't be liking

That bitch cant get a hug now
If you talk out your neck like you smoke on cigars
My shooters gonna run down
We be on that gang shit
You cant speak our

can't console me, I'm not wired up
Ain't under your control no more
You can't hide you're a hoe no more
You can't say shit but "Oh" lil' whore
Girl, this

Whip my wrist, whip my fucking wrist
Fucking wrist, yuh
Neck on some sick shit, yuh
20 diamonds on my motherfuckin' wrist, yuh
Wrist wrist real cold

on a
Travis Scott song & I was like
DAMN, this shit HOT
It was like the first one on his mixtape
But look anyways look
This is how we gone do it look
Alright

This that bigkel Sono shit
Rip my brothas free the real
Spit on dem fuck niggas graves
Used to freestyle but now I be writing
I be beating up beats

tat 
I lift your soul 
With these raps 
Know you sold 
Bring it back 
I could hold my own 
Against this wack shit 
Trapped bitch 
You could sell your

to ride not gone lie shit hurt my pride now 
It's fuck a bitch I just fuck a bitch I'm bout my tithes show no love hell no not 
I last time gave my heart

bitch
Woo yeahhh, I got her on this woo'f woo woo, yeah on the girl
On the girl, you muthafuckas got damn already knew that shit, you knew it bitch
I

the goat wit my craft
I'm holding the trophy so lower ya heads
I'm at the top and I'm popping 
Mane niggas ain't dropping shit colder than this

Nothing is

LV on my belt
Choppa in the beam
Orange V up on my chest
Got em ksubi jeans on me
Yeah I cop that hot shit
High fashion
High fashion
Yeah I rock that

soap made Tyler Durden sick
Hit a lick
Ain't cough a bit
I'm often lit and talkin shit
I'm off the ledge you on the bridge 
Yo scary ass ain't jump for

All you do is talk shit
You Fugazi bitch 
You can hate on me 
But that don't mean shit
I got demons on repeat 
So you won't get the best of me
All

You pussy rappers ain't shit
I'm going to fuck shit up in here
Listen up

(26 produced this shit)

Bread gang here No bloods or crips
Bread gang here

Dressed to kill in this bitch, wrote this shit wearing all black
Putting in my two cents, and I’m finna get four back
Don’t give a fuck what they

Yeah
A whole lot of shit go down in the kitchen
Yeah
Aye Moo
Yes sir
Dopehole
Yeah
Bricks in the bathroom bales in the kitchen
Pull up in the yard