WHERE I'M FROM (feat. Conway The Machine & Rome Streetz)

If my sound is sound like your sound

You would go around and tell people send me one sound

Because every time me hear the sound, the sound, the sound, the sound, the sound good

So get yourself one good sound

God, the little no sound and scatty no sound so unscatty

Come tell them about good sound

Love, put the product on the stovetop

Where I'm from, the young **** hold glocks and sew blocks

Chanel kicks, the shit's low top

No socks, pushing something with no top

My safe come with vote locks

Doing well for myself, my ****

Don't do me no favors

Still spending old paper, composing out the bodega

Street **** Pharrell, I ain't never been a hoe chaser

The coke from Columbia, the heroin from Croatia

My ****, we are not the same at all

No relation, cause you ain't never shot nobody

Don't got no open cases

Them pussy **** sick, I made it

Look at all they faces

Push the Mercedes concept, that's what I call a spaceship

Louis V drip, that's from a year ahead

Smoke a blunt, a La Machina just to clear my head

Modify AR bullets and tear your leg off from the knee down

You died and not a tear was shed

Look, ayo, over the chips we do the most

**** thinkin' they G'd up my clipper, turn you to Gucci ghost

All you **** squares like monograms on a Louis Tote

I made bands out the polygrams I bought to you to smoke

This a marathon, I'm in first place, runnin' through the rope

Rule one, you supposed to sell it, not use the dope

I got by all fiends, gettin' high like they Povo

Made the cleaners, put a stash pocket in my low coat

Packed touchdown like Deion Sanders, I showboat

These hoes got low standards, that's why they fuckin' you bozos

My aura got a gold glow, I got 300 grams from my cholo

I sold it all, broken down in Soho

You did your little thing, slime, but overall you so-so

I'm a overlord, violating **** like Bolo

Roper try to flex and got a broke neck next

To acquire the blue bills, he move pills like CVS, (fuck out here, ****)

Hooo

Our God and our Father, we thank you for this word

We thank you for this people

Bless us, I pray in Jesus' name

Amen

God, is on your side

Everything that occurred, my hurts, my pain

All of that happened to get me here to appreciate where I've been

The people that you thought were your friends that were in your faith and you found out that they were really friendly enemies

And they hurt you, and some of you are harboring old hurts

That need to be out of you

Our God and our Father, we thank you for this word

We thank you for this people

Bless us, I pray in Jesus' name

They said, we have to go someplace else to be accepted

And that's absolute bullshit

If it wasn't for the independence, if it wasn't for this few little ghetto black guys trying to make music, it would have never happened

Some of these guys will never make a dime

Some of these guys will be poor and die alone

But in the process, they've been the true renegades

And the true rebels always walk alone anyway (yeah!)