Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I'm From, artist - Mark BattlesDate of issue: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I'm From |
| See, where I’m from, ain’t no tellin' what you might see |
| Know a nigga that had seen more Knicks than Spike Lee |
| 20 sack for the wiffey |
| She get in the back cuz she diggin' the tracks and the tight beat |
| Ridiculous raps, you niggas is whack, lyrically next to a hype beast |
| Diggin' the facts and it’s all free |
| The game is a mess, so they called me |
| I’m cleanin' it up, we sweepin' it stub |
| Yo beast is a must till I’m boss D |
| Dawg me, and I’m Beethoven |
| How he slip? |
| You leave the cage open |
| Dizzy, stoned, a nigga stay smokin' |
| Kept it real so my name blowin' |
| Wayne Horns, that’s my nigga, dawg |
| Y’all wanna see him, have to get involved |
| If I said it, I did it all |
| While I’m spittin' raw, they’re sittin' off |
| Kick it off then get rid of y’all |
| Did with loss, take it like a boss |
| Danny said you gotta pay the cost |
| She take it off cuz the way I talk |
| I’m top of the line and I’m breakin' 'em all |
| Creatin' the loft then get payed for my thoughts |
| Trace it in chalk cuz I bodied them all |
| Stuck in the past, dawg, you gotta evolve |
| Now that we strong, they hating so hard |
| Bully and ____(?), stay in the yard |
| Makin' it large, hands in the air like they’re taking a charge |
| A bunch of 'yes men', and I’m not with 'em |
| Not too much convincing, gimme five minutes |
| Had an atheist tell me my flow is God given |
| How could you doubt fire? |
| Rest in peace to Rob Williams |
| It’s Battles! |
| (2: Tory Lanez) |
| 700, passin' joints like a Michael Jordan |
| Ironic, I be with yo wife and scorin' |
| Iconic nigga in that Black and Bentley |
| And shout out to yo bitch, I fucked her accidentally |
| Black on black, we pull up like somebody died |
| Guess it’s 'cause my girl Giuseppe game on homicide |
| Photos of us, foreign colorin' like an Easter egg |
| I can’t even talk to Siri, I think she the feds |
| Don’t resort to violence, I just resort to islands |
| I got some bitches with me, bad as ________(?) |
| Master and a bachelor, fuck her for your college |
| I go to sleep and wake a winner, sunk and scorch the islands |
| Fuck what they put me in this position |
| Had to hit some niggas with the .40 cal |
| And let them know I left in disposition |
| With the trigger finger in addition |
| Got the hitters with me like a job thang |
| Pistols rippin' leave a nigga stiff |
| And let the medics zip him like he gone, Mary |
| Ah! |
| The fuck are they waiting on?! |
| Fuck are they waitin' one |
| These money all 100s, my honey be stuntin' |
| And that’s what they fuck they be hatin' on |
| This paper been made and you niggas be lookin' |
| Like that’s ain’t the muhfuckin' way to go |
| I ain’t wanna be round these broke niggas |
| That’s what the fuck that I made it for |