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Lil Keed – Where I’m From Lyrics

Where I’m From Lyrics Lil Keed


(Legendary)
What it do, boy?
Keed, talk to ’em (Let’s go)

Reminiscing ’bout these old days (Old days)
Realize I came a long way (Long way)
I’ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh)
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water)
N****s talkin’ and it’s fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin’)
I row these hoes in like I’m fishin’, money was the bait (Money was the object)
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, b***h, uh-uh (Let that ho go)
Yeah, I’m tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I’m from (I’m tryna get a bag)
Nah boy, there ain’t nothin’ passin’ these junkie n****s, these chromes (Ain’t nothin’, junkie n****s, chrome)
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, I’ma keep smokin’, blow my lungs
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, young slime ridin’ with ’em, ride roof
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, count a bankroll ’til the early mornin’

Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Oh yeah
All of ’em built soft
Oh-oh
Let’s go

Yeah, b***h
Weighin’ up this hard on this motherfuckin’ scale, b***h
Yeah, I was stickin’ around to wait for that exotic to come through the mail, b***h
Young n***a Scooby Scoob
Go and get some money, n***a, ‘fore the bail hit
A n***a havin’ pressure on these hoes, but you know slime f****n’ bad s**t
Finna ball me into a superstar, ain’t nothin’ ’bout me average
Got big drip, yeah, real drip, s**t n****s ain’t even havin’
I put a big clip on a big chip, and you know slime get to smashin’
Yeah-eah

Reminiscing ’bout these old days (Old days)
Realize I came a long way (Long way)
I’ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh)
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water)
N****s talkin’ and it’s fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin’)
I row these hoes in like I’m fishin’, money was the bait (Money was the object)
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, b***h, uh-uh (Let that ho go)
Yeah, I’m tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I’m from (I’m tryna get a bag)
Nah boy, there ain’t nothin’ passin’ these junkie n****s, these chromes (Ain’t nothin’, junkie n****s, chrome)
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, I’ma keep smokin’, blow my lungs
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, young slime ridin’ with ’em, ride roof
Nah, b***h, it ain’t nothin’, count a bankroll ’til the early mornin’

Yeah-eah-eah-eah (Let’s go)
Oh yeah
All of ’em built soft
Oh-oh

Oh yeah
Oh, oh