Leave one of your brethren here with me and take food for the famine of your households
And be gone
And bring your youngest brother unto me, then shall I know that you are no spies, but that
Ye are true men
So will I deliver you your brother and ye shall traffic in the land
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all on my bags and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
Yeah I've been grindin' and hustlin' and we been rollin' for nothin'
We gon' make some outta nothin'
We winnin' end of discussion
Won't kill me brodie, he blushin'
I know he just wanna cut in, but I'm not gon' let em come in
I know he scared, I'm comin'
Bitch, why you judgin'
You didn't have the balls to say nothin'
You just gon' criticize the way I gave you assumptions
You jealous, you got nothin'
When I got all this money, and you jealous, you f*ckin' runnin'
We all smirkin', it's funny
Got hella hoes flirtin' with me, well, you flirtin' with money
And I'm sorry, I got a girl, you know I call her my honey
Sorry, honey
That's why I'm laughin', well, I think that it's funny
You got nothin' when you were hatin' and just makin' assumptions, uh
Your whole life was not a series of this
Take back home, man
Take back how God brought you
Take back home, man
And remember how God blessed you
Take back home, woman
And remember how God brought you through, how you survived
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
(Young KF)
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Be flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it
Ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin'
Bitch, I'm right where I belong
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Be flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it
Ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin'
Bitch, I'm right where I belong
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Leave one of your brethren here with me and take food for the famine of your households
And be gone
And bring your youngest brother unto me, then shall I know that you are no spies, but that
Ye are true men
So will I deliver you your brother and ye shall traffic in the land
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all on my bags and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
Yeah I've been grindin' and hustlin' and we been rollin' for nothin'
We gon' make some outta nothin'
We winnin' end of discussion
Won't kill me brodie, he blushin'
I know he just wanna cut in, but I'm not gon' let em come in
I know he scared, I'm comin'
Bitch, why you judgin'
You didn't have the balls to say nothin'
You just gon' criticize the way I gave you assumptions
You jealous, you got nothin'
When I got all this money, and you jealous, you f*ckin' runnin'
We all smirkin', it's funny
Got hella hoes flirtin' with me, well, you flirtin' with money
And I'm sorry, I got a girl, you know I call her my honey
Sorry, honey
That's why I'm laughin', well, I think that it's funny
You got nothin' when you were hatin' and just makin' assumptions, uh
Your whole life was not a series of this
Take back home, man
Take back how God brought you
Take back home, man
And remember how God blessed you
Take back home, woman
And remember how God brought you through, how you survived
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
(Young KF)
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Be flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it
Ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin'
Bitch, I'm right where I belong
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Be flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it
Ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin'
Bitch, I'm right where I belong
And be gone
And bring your youngest brother unto me, then shall I know that you are no spies, but that
Ye are true men
So will I deliver you your brother and ye shall traffic in the land
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all on my bags and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
Yeah I've been grindin' and hustlin' and we been rollin' for nothin'
We gon' make some outta nothin'
We winnin' end of discussion
Won't kill me brodie, he blushin'
I know he just wanna cut in, but I'm not gon' let em come in
I know he scared, I'm comin'
Bitch, why you judgin'
You didn't have the balls to say nothin'
You just gon' criticize the way I gave you assumptions
You jealous, you got nothin'
When I got all this money, and you jealous, you f*ckin' runnin'
We all smirkin', it's funny
Got hella hoes flirtin' with me, well, you flirtin' with money
And I'm sorry, I got a girl, you know I call her my honey
Sorry, honey
That's why I'm laughin', well, I think that it's funny
You got nothin' when you were hatin' and just makin' assumptions, uh
Your whole life was not a series of this
Take back home, man
Take back how God brought you
Take back home, man
And remember how God blessed you
Take back home, woman
And remember how God brought you through, how you survived
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Been flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it, ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin', bitch, I'm right where I belong
(Young KF)
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Be flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it
Ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin'
Bitch, I'm right where I belong
Comin' up broke, but I got it on my own
Be flexin' all of my bags, and we gon' book a ticket home
And you know that we gon' make it
Ain't no stoppin' where I'm from
And you know there ain't no fakin'
Bitch, I'm right where I belong
Writer: Young KF, Alex Glauser
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