Where I’m From

[Intro]
Project X
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[Verse 1: KO]
Where I'm from, we race to the grands, they pree
Could've been rap back then
Now if I wear this mask, it's street
Probably looking suttin' for free
Or looking for smoke, ain't come to bun weed
They get caught, we ain't hearing no please
They want me in court, that's hearings and pleas
I want a medal or award at least
So we send lead and try bore their team
Used to make bread off of pebs or green
Tryna rap now and get more from streams
Puttin' racks down, invest in heat
They put cash into gyal to impress and beat
If there's waps out and jakes on scene
It ain't a game no more, there's a need for speed

[Verse 2: Jimmy]
Where I'm from, angles bent like Beckham
Serve like tennis, drugs like a chemist
Ran through the entrance, cut through the exit
Get fried like Tennessee
And the birds come hotter than Memphis
If gang slide, that's first degree
Left in a state, holes large like Texas
Bro-bro hopped out the whip
Big man dash, hit the pave' so fast
Certain man come like Kevin
Becah they're jokes and I swear they ain't got no heart
Little bro baits with his Sammy
You can tell by his stance
I'm Jim, not Carey, I'm looking for green if I wear this mask

[Verse 3: V9]
Where I'm from, they call me the Homerton Sensei
Samurai stance, show man devilish
Swing Bankai, now my sword looking hellish
Show my young boy how to grip and swing this
Send him over there to do chingings
Nine gang hated like chitlins
We do drillings and keep it hidden
Gang flip scripts 'cause this shit ain't written
Grip on a Smithen and fry man like chicken
Dip him, sauce him up, lemon chicken
This shank ain't dry, Lil Baby, it's drippin'
Treat the opps like Henny and chase
And we cover faces and feed man shavings
Swing this one like I'm playing cricket
Rip this one like K when I'm gripping

[Verse 4: KO]
Back roads or the mains
Lurk charged up 'til we pull out his plugs
YG's work with blades, have so much fun
Cah they're young and they're thugs
How many times did we circle?
Two arms up, we ain't giving 'em hugs
Running away, he needs air in internals
Bet it won't help if we give him this pump
Wanna show off and stunt
We show up, shutdown, show done
Still tryna put a hole in one
Golf club pole, gotta swing this gun
Bro plays with Harry and 'caine like Son
Wish I could say that they make the same funds
Bro got his filled like Grant
We chasing things, get raise like rum

[Verse 5: Jimmy]
Back road, just me and my blower
Come like I can't find my home
Because of this Lyca sim
Grab me a box, ain't getting in the ring
I get rid of weight, no lipo ting
Gang's on things, that's Rambz on hips
I'm in and out like the bailiffs
No patience, straight cash man's taking
Grams a pans, that's the basics
Still watching out for them neighbours
I'm serving grub like a waitress
Bro-bro called off a tech', he's vexed
He said he try shave him
He's fisting man up, leaving man drunk
Must feel like they're wasted
Gyal lost a boo, should've see man's faces

[Verse 6: V9]
Back road doing up Jeepers Creepers
Pick your bitches and get away from this demon
Use squirts like it's holy water
He's a bad yute so of course it burned him
Stop, pause it, observe, squirt him
This beef ain't been concerning
Do man up and return him
Young boy done good, you deserve this
And I love when the ding-dong skidding
Back out my Rambo knife and go crashing
I don't care if it's rod, I'm still going fishing
He's missing when I flipping rip it
Shitden, should've stayed home with your missus
They keep it hidden in sands like Gaara
Whack that can, feel that pain
Grab the dot-dot and blow man's brain

[Outro: Unknown T]
It's Unknown, you get me?
Feds got me segregated from my Niners in the wok house
It's nuttin' though
My nigga KO shuttin' down the streets, you get me?
Homerton, gangway
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