Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I'm From, artist - Trapboy Freddy. Date of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I'm From |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Loss after loss |
| Need to get back on |
| GMB |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Have you ever fucked a pack off? |
| Had to go patch on |
| Walkin' down the street |
| And watchin' people pass you on |
| They give you a hard time |
| When you comin' up where I’m from |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Have you ever fucked a pack off? |
| Had to go patch on |
| Walkin' down the street |
| And watchin' people pass you on |
| They give you a hard time |
| When you comin' up where I’m from |
| Gotta take your time out on that block |
| Can’t be impatient (Impatient) |
| That money turn your friends to haters |
| Gotta watch their faces (Faces) |
| Youngest nigga on the block |
| We bust the hood wide open |
| While you was sleepin', we was eatin' |
| On the block we smokin' |
| Laws hit the corner, better run |
| Everybody chuckin' guns |
| Hit the fence, you better jump |
| Run, Forrest, run |
| Old niggas mad at you |
| Gotta buy you a pistol |
| I don’t give a fuck about no nigga |
| I’m gon' flip me some niggas |
| Get your dope, gotta open up |
| Cook it, lock it up |
| Get that rock hot, pop it off |
| Drop it in the cold |
| Had a long day |
| Smoked too much weed out the baggy |
| Next nigga come for us |
| That mean he gotta have it |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Have you ever fucked a pack off? |
| Had to go patch on |
| Walkin' down the street |
| And watchin' people pass you on |
| They give you a hard time |
| When you comin' up where I’m from |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Have you ever fucked a pack off? |
| Had to go patch on |
| Walkin' down the street |
| And watchin' people pass you on |
| They give you a hard time |
| When you comin' up where I’m from |
| I ran that psycho, crazy |
| Now they on my dick like stupid |
| I was trappin' hard on Maywood |
| When I got that plug for cruisers |
| I would bust them packs down |
| We’d sell 'em by the deuces |
| Back in my candy red box |
| When I was jammin Boosie |
| Ain’t go to school |
| 'Cause we was trappin' hard in them trenches |
| And every time I went I swear to God |
| I always missed shit |
| I used to sell my weed at school |
| When I was suspended |
| I remember the time I got caught |
| When I was servin' them bitches |
| They gave me sixty days CP |
| I was in detention |
| I told my mama ain’t goin' back |
| Baby, I’m in the trenches |
| Break a brick down, I’ma hit a lick now |
| Cover your shit, mask up, baby get down |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Have you ever fucked a pack off? |
| Had to go patch on |
| Walkin' down the street |
| And watchin' people pass you on |
| They give you a hard time |
| When you comin' up where I’m from |
| Fell off a hundred times |
| You gotta get back on |
| Have you ever fucked a pack off? |
| Had to go patch on |
| Walkin' down the street |
| And watchin' people pass you on |
| They give you a hard time |
| When you comin' up where I’m from |