WHERE YOU FROM Lyrics – 21 Savage

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[Intro]
S*it, when you see the real n!ggas getting out the way, that s*it is dead, ’cause ain’t no more reason
These n!ggas try it, they never move (??) everybody
Man this s*it is some pu*sy as s*it, man
Man, we see a n!gga like, just accept that it’s over with, my bad
First n!gga that denounced the street stuff (??)
Street, the street still dead

[Verse]
Savage where you from? G block where they bum
S*it 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 n!gga Nudy, I’ll never leave the 6
Like my n!gga Chubbs, I’ll never leave the 6ix
B!tch don’t cut my ‘tris, you ball up your fist
But we pull up with sticks
They gon eat if I make you a plate
N!ggas pu*sy, we taking they pay
Out the sunroof, I’m swinging that K
Get to waiving it at you, like “Hey”
Pu*sy don’t ask me ’bout Metro or Drake
Play with it or get shot in the face, pu*sy
Gun shots for everybody, us, never them
Why the fu*k you think they call me Savage?
Any b!tch that I’m fu*king the baddest
Never been with a n!gga 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 robbing the n!ggas who flashing
If you thought it was smoke, n!gga, ask me
In the Phantom, just me and my Draco
And these hollows’ll hit you in ClayCo
I done brought out the Quagen in Waco
Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh

She gon’ eat up that d!ck when I say so
Ain’t no love for a rat, free Queso
I got baking soda, ain’t the cake though
Watch show the day and the date, ho
Lord, forgive me, I’m committing sins
Locking Ls like I ain’t win
Real n!gga, 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
Pu*sy n!gga say he getting money
We’ll catch him lacking 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 n!gga, I go in the motor
Millionaire, but I’m still a soldier
Whack the shooter n!gga and who drove you
Big pole like the North pole, but we keep poles ’cause the streets colder
You ain’t like that, stop capping
Make a billion, I’ma stop rapping
Bots on this car, got ’em tracking
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
Pu*sy

[Outro]
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 s*it n!gga, you get the belt, n!gga)
Rock out with the stick like I’m Jimmy Hendrix
Rock out on your coach, rock out on your team (Unlimited belt)
All you internet n!ggas, I see you
All you content creators
Catch you down bad and break your MacBook
Break your iPhone, b!tch ass n!gga, fu*k you
You know how I rock, n!gga
One up top in the Glock, n!gga
Fah
Southside
Wheezy out of here

[Interlude]
I remember, I remember when, me and, goddamn
You know we be riding them (??) cars and s*it
I had a Cadillac, a Cadillac, ehm (??) Sedan or
And this n!gga thought it was my car, ’cause every time I go serve, I used to serve in that car
So one day, he pulled up, he gave me the money
And I got out like I was going high like I usually do
I left the n!gga in the car and let-
He kept calling like “Bro you better have that car, you bugging”
It’s true