Where I’m From Lyrics – Rob49

Read the full Where I’m From lyrics by Rob49 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rob49’s music, you can also explore Preach and Tell Nobody, two other songs by Rob49.

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
We ain’t never think s*it would get here, they thought I fell off but I fell in (Alright)
Deep inside my bag where n!ggas can’t get (They can’t get in)
Go back to the hood they say, “Lil’ 4, we need you back here” (Alright)
We tired of selling crack and all these crackers tryna crack us (Alright)
They knew I knew just how they felt ’cause we was fu*ked up in that ville
I done been through hard times but I prevailed
I ain’t been the same since 33 and my uncle had got killed

I been off them same pills I told my brother made him sick
I know when my cousin get out he ain’t gon’ do no crime again
I been tryna find a way, they gave him life when I was little
After Juan died and Dada died, can’t lie, that had me sick
I took LC on a jet, make sure fam and them could flex (Alright)
I been having talks with myself, yeah I was in a stolen rental car
In 2017, when it was just me Zay, Dee and Buck (Me and Zay)
I been fu*ked up in my head, I wish DJ can see his pa’
Know that daddy s*it go far, me and bro gon’ play that part
This ain’t no overnight s*it
I ain’t never think that I’d be rich living how my life is (How my life is)
We was in them trenches with a switch ’cause we ain’t fight fair (Fight fair)
S*it, La’ll ell you every time it’s pressure, I be right there, yeah (I be right there)

[Bridge]
Talk you s*it, go ahead I’m recording
I know I’m ’bout to talk my s*it, I’m ’bout to pop my s*it
I’m on the phone with my nephew, he putting me on
I’m the pen’, I’m ’bout to home soon, yeah
I’m about to pop my s*it ’cause I’m like that, yeah
I’m popping that s*it ’cause I’m out that P, I’m out the ‘jects
N!gga like real n!ggas that’s gon’ come home and get respect, yeah
The streets fu*ked up, they need me out there, yeah
I need to come home so I can breathe out there, I need that fresh air (Yeah, haha)
Let me out this the b!tch, let me out these people got me—

Tss, tss, yeah

[Verse 2]
Where we from, it ain’t no living lavish (Uh-huh)
I be giving n!ggas pain, ain’t need no pen and pad here (Pen and pad here)
I be tryna show all the youngings you don’t need no drügs to come up (Drügs)
I was in the hood to just seeing junkies, they go to the hood and see us (Hood and see us)
Pops went to the feds, my mama had to step up, yeah
Them n!ggas had they father figures, we use to walk through that park (Walk through that park)
Back when Juan was selling CD’s, him and Max and PawPaw (Max and PawPaw)
I wonder if he never died if I would’ve made it this far, yeah
If I would’ve never caught that case, if I would’ve made it this far (Uh-huh)
If we would’ve got caught with them guns, if I would’ve made it this far
If we had never got evicted, if I would’ve made it this far, yeah
If my pops never went to prison, would I have made it this far?
I know they look at me like l’m the chosen one (I’m the chosen one)
S*it, I was fu*ked up, I ain’t stop, you ain’t the only one (You ain’t the only one)
When I was running behind your dreams, I ain’t get paid to come (ain’t get paid)
Funny when you turnt up with that bag, they think you owe ’em something (You owe ’em something)

[Outro]
Alright, run that back