WHERE YOU FROM Lyrics by 21 Savage
***, when you see the real niggas gettin’ out the way, that *** is dead, ’cause ain’t no more reason
These niggas try it, these niggas move the goalpost on everybody
Man this *** is some *** as ***, man
Man, we see a *** like, just accept that it’s over with, my bad
First *** that denounced the street stuff [?]
Street, the street still dead
Savage where you from? G block where they bum
*** like Vietnam, *** 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 *** Nudy, I’ll never leave the 6
Like my *** Chubbs, I’ll never leave the 6ix
*** 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
Niggas ***, we takin’ they pay
Out the sunroof, I’m swingin’ that K
Get to waivin’ it at you, like “Hey”
*** don’t ask me ’bout Metro or Drake
Play with it or get shot in the face, ***
*** shots for everybody, us, never them
Why the *** you think they call me Savage?
Any *** that I’m ***’ the baddest
Never been with a *** 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 robbin’ the niggas who flashin’
If you thought it was smoke, ***, 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 *** when I say so
Ain’t no love for a rat, free Queso
I got bakin’ soda, ain’t the cake though
Watch show the day and the date, ho
Lord, forgive me, I’m committin’ sins
Lockin’ Ls like I ain’t win
Real ***, 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
*** *** say he gettin’ money
We’ll catch him lackin’ 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 ***, I go in the motor
Millionaire, but I’m still a soldier
Whack the shooter *** and who drove you
Big pole like the North pole, but we keep poles ’cause the streets colder
You ain’t like that, stop cappin’
Make a billion, I’ma stop rappin’
Bots on this car, got ’em trackin’
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
***
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 *** ***, you get the belt, ***)
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 niggas, I see you
All you content creators
Catch you down bad and break your MacBook
Break your iPhone, *** ass ***, *** you
You know how I rock, ***
One up top in the Glock, ***
Fah
Southside
Wheezy out of here
I remember, I remember when, me and, goddamn
You know we be ridin’ them [?] cars and ***
I had a Cadillac, a Cadillac, ehm [?] Sedan or
And this *** 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 goin’ *** like I usually do
I left the *** in the car, and let-
He kept callin’ like “Bro you better have that car, you buggin'”
It’s true