WHERE YOU FROM

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Shit, when you see the real niggas gettin' out the way, that shit is dead 'cause ain't no one wants any These niggas try it, these niggas movin' the goalpost on everybody Man, this shit is some pussy ass shit, man We see a nigga like, just accept that it's over with, like, man The first nigga that denounce the street stuff gon' be that nigga Street dead, the street's still dead Savage, where you from? G Block, where they bomb Shit like Vietnam, gun smoke in my lungs Extendos and them drums, you boys don't want a crumb They come knock off your king, then turn 'round, get your pawns Gen 5 with the switch Like my nigga Nudy, I'll never leave the 6 Like my nigga Chubbs, I'll never leave the 6ix Bitch, don't cut my Trish, you ball up your fist But we pull up with sticks They gon' eat if I make you a plate Niggas pussy, we takin' they pape Out the sunroof, I'm swingin' that K Get to wavin' it at you like, "Hey" Pussy, don't ask me 'bout Metro or Drake Play with either, get shot in the face, pussy Gun shots for everybody, us, never them, nigga Why the fuck you think they call me Savage? Any bitch that I'm fuckin' the baddest Never been with a nigga who had it Then she met me and now I'm her daddy Zone 6, I grew up in the madness We come straight in your hood and we smash it I like robbin' the niggas who flashin' If you thought it was smoke, nigga, ask me In the Phantom, just me and my Draco And these hollows'll hit you in ClayCo I done bought out a Quagen in Waco Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh She gon' eat up that dick when I say so Ain't no love for a rat, free Ksoo I got bakin' soda, it ain't a cake though Watch show the day and the date, ho Lord, forgive me, I'm committin' sins Lockin' Ls like I ain't win Real nigga, I got fake friends Lotta Ms that I can't spend Always ready when we can't spin Ain't a corner that we ain't been Pussy nigga say he gettin' money We'll catch him lackin' at the bank then Buy a pint and put it in the soda Vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor Hit the lot and get a new whip I'm a rich nigga, I go in the motor Millionaire, but I'm still a soldier Whack the shooter, nigga, and who drove you? Big pole like the North Pole, but we keep poles 'cause the streets colder You ain't like that, stop cappin' Make a billion, I'ma stop rappin' Bots on this car, got 'em trackin' One slip, he get caught in traffic Used to hide the money in the mattress Too much of it now, I just stack it Opps funny like they Tiff Haddish Rock out with the stick, Lenny Kravitz Pussy Rock out with the stick like I'm Travis Barker Rock out with the stick like I'm B.B. King (You go against this shit, nigga, you get the belt, nigga) Rock out with the stick like I'm Jimi Hendrix Rock out on your coach, rock out on your team (Unlimited belt) All you internet niggas, I see you All you content creators Catch you down bad and break your MacBook Break your iPhone, bitch ass nigga, fuck you You know how I rock, nigga One up top in the Glock, nigga Fah Southside Wheezy outta here Shit, I remember, I remember when, me and, goddamn You know we be ridin' them dracos cars and shit I had, uh, a J Cadillac, right, a Cadillac, um, car, like a Sedan and this And this nigga thought it was my car 'cause every time I go serve him, I used to, I used to, uh, serve in that car So one day, he pulled up, he gave me the money And I got out like I was gon' holler like I usually do I left the nigga in the car, and let— He kept callin', I'm like, "Bro, you can have that car, bro, you're buggin'" The truth