Sky Rockets Lyrics by AZ Chike
You ain’t from where I’m from (You ain’t from where I’m from)
You ain’t from where I’m from (You ain’t from where she from)
You ain’t from where I’m from (You ain’t from where he from)
And I could tell
You ain’t from where I’m from and I could tell
What you know ’bout pump heels and gun smells?
What you know about handle yours? Ain’t no run and tell
What you know about “fuck the police”? We ain’t scared of jail
I’m coming from a whole county, nigga, ain’t no way around me
I been stripp-ted and evicted ’til this music came and found me
Talkin’ five elementaries, two middle schools, three high schools
We bouncing house to houses, mildew or the lights due, alright, dude
That shit just became my norm
Seventh grade, I met God, but got granny tatted on my arm
Yeah, young nigga really was turnt up, though
Twelve years old with tattoos, shit
Fast forward, Dominguez High in Compton, whooping on Downey
No allowance, take your sandwich, talking ’bout what you allow me
Nigga, what? Nigga, please
I was creasing khakis, living in the backstreets
109 in Avalon, “Where you from?” They asked me
But nah, for real, though
West Side is the best side, shit give me chills
A long way from stealing god-mama hundred dollar bills
(Ayy) You ain’t from where I’m from
I want it (I want it), I need it (I need it)
I’m fiendin’ (I’m fiendin’), close my eyes
I wish for (Wish for) you right here (You right here)
I’m dreamin’ (I’m dreamin’)
Sky rockets
Blowin’ through the Westside
We found love
Through the smoke and the fire (Fire)
My first memories came from Fig and 87th
’95 baby, best friend name was Heaven
So when shit felt like hell, she was disguised as the blessing
‘Cause granny did the dope and mama did the selling
Kissed my first girl, uh, rode my first bike, uh
Tied my first shoe, got in my first fight
Well, alright, moved to Denker and 52nd
Guess who mom’s pregnant? Malik was such a blessing
My first lil’ bro and what do you know?
They get to shooting outside, moms tucked me on the floor
Big-ass belly damn near smushed me
Tough times make tough people, look where it took me
Whole time, a nigga died on our corner
Got his shit handed, tell me why his beer was still standing?
Ma (Yes?), do you remember
When they was shooting outside the, the front door
And you was pregnant (Uh-huh, and that man got killed, uh-huh)
And you, and you tackled me when you was like eight months pregnant
And damn near squished me? (Yes, I remember, I remember, hahahahaha)
So, and di— didn’t the nigga die like right on the porch or somethin’ like that?
He died on the corner, he died on the corner
And his beer was sitting straight up, I remember that
I want it (I want it), I need it (I need it)
I’m fiendin’ (I’m fiendin’), close my eyes
I wish for (Wish for) you right here (You right here)
I’m dreamin’ (I’m dreamin’)
Sky rockets
Blowin’ through the Westside
We found love
Through the smoke and the fire
For the wicked
