Nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Umm hey
Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from
Oh yea
Oh yea

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over their carmelo's
While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow
Reverend in the middle of a sermon and funereal
Shed a tear 'cause they lost a son the same way a year ago
It's the same ego spiritual, we thuggin' in harmony
They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery
If I'm wrong then pardon me, I'm just tired of poverty
Why them niggas in the hood never hit the lottery
Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin' off the rounds and we slip in the mag'
Then slip on the masks, and go out and mash
And we call it feeding our family, ya'll call it a tragedy, damn
How I could just kill a man
Watch his blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand
If you hearing me speak please lord give me a chance
And forgive for my sins, 'cause we cleansed where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it
But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it
Instead of struggling, just strive
Find my way out these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
We all walk back in line

Everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef
Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets
Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us
While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us
Can I get a moment of silence
'Cause they claimin' it's the murderers that's causing all the violence
But what about the ones that protect to serve our honor
Poppin' that blue colla', with shots soon to follow
The ghettos in horror, 'cause in this boy shot went back
And now the neighborhood's hot and he can't move the crack
When it's all about the dollars
And he'll individually get murdered 'cause money is power
But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours
Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the island
He was only thirteen, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts
Because ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it
But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it
Instead of struggling, I strive
To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line (yeah)

We ain't all killers in prison
Matter fact that's a stereotypical thought of livin'
'Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it
Summer time top down with the wood finish
Pushin' hard uptown windows slightly tinted
Back to back Benz' and Jeeps, blowin' weed with my niggas
On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitches
Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken
And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak 'em
And do it every other weekend
If I don't have to kill niggas, I never would leave the ghetto
I'm like an angel that put on a halo
Cradle the grave of my niggas that we lost in the ghetto
'Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and Nike's
Roll three dice and name our dope ice cream
Set trends and ya'll follow our lead
But in New Yitti niggas follow they dreams, where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it
But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it
Instead of struggling, I strive
To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from (I'm from)
We all walk back in line, yeah

Now I lay me down and sleep
And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep
But if I should die before I wake
Pray for the Lord, my soul to take yeah
Pray for the Lord, my soul to take

Hmm, hmm
Oh yeah

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it
But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it
Instead of struggling, I strive
To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from

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Writer(s): ANDRE S. PARKER, ARTHUR GREEN, DEMETRIUS KENNETH MCGHEE, IRVING DOMINGO LORENZO, JEFFREY B. ATKINS, LLOYD POLITE