Where I'm from we don't play that
I send them brothers over where you stay at
I got a lot of brothers, different mothers (aye)
Some Crip, and some Blood, you can't touch em'
Some Crip, and some Blood and I love em'
Them crackers get scared when we ain't pop'n at each other
It's finna be a real cold summer
Red bandana like I end my name in 4Hunnid!
Still spending old hundreds
You still asking people to hold something (aye)
I'll never forget what Nip told me
They let you in the game then you gotta drop 40 (aye)
I'm Spaceman with the blade, he don't know me
Mr. Bernstein, ya'll gon quit acting like ya'll ain't heard me
I'm from the Midwest, I'm blessed like I'm in the clergy
You flashing heat on your IG but we ain't worried
I'm from Krumm Park, where we keep stock in Hallmark
You keep playing and I'ma send these things over, they all darts
You want beef for your entrée, these bullets is a la carte
Achebe mixed with Black Thought, and things fall apart, boy
Where I'm from we don't play that
I send them boys over where you stay
I got a lot of brothers, different mothers, aye
Some Crip, and some Blood, you can't touch em'
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Where I'm from we don't play that
I send them brothers over where you stay at
I got a lot of brothers, different mothers (aye)
Some Crip, and some Blood, you can't touch em'
Some Crip, and some Blood and I love em'
Them crackers get scared when we ain't pop'n at each other
It's finna be a real cold summer
Red bandana like I end my name in 4Hunnid!
Still spending old hundreds
You still asking people to hold something (aye)
I'll never forget what Nip told me
They let you in the game then you gotta drop 40 (aye)
I'm Spaceman with the blade, he don't know me
Mr. Bernstein, ya'll gon quit acting like ya'll ain't heard me
I'm from the Midwest, I'm blessed like I'm in the clergy
You flashing heat on your IG but we ain't worried
I'm from Krumm Park, where we keep stock in Hallmark
You keep playing and I'ma send these things over, they all darts
You want beef for your entrée, these bullets is a la carte
Achebe mixed with Black Thought, and things fall apart, boy
Where I'm from we don't play that
I send them boys over where you stay
I got a lot of brothers, different mothers, aye
Some Crip, and some Blood, you can't touch em'
I send them brothers over where you stay at
I got a lot of brothers, different mothers (aye)
Some Crip, and some Blood, you can't touch em'
Some Crip, and some Blood and I love em'
Them crackers get scared when we ain't pop'n at each other
It's finna be a real cold summer
Red bandana like I end my name in 4Hunnid!
Still spending old hundreds
You still asking people to hold something (aye)
I'll never forget what Nip told me
They let you in the game then you gotta drop 40 (aye)
I'm Spaceman with the blade, he don't know me
Mr. Bernstein, ya'll gon quit acting like ya'll ain't heard me
I'm from the Midwest, I'm blessed like I'm in the clergy
You flashing heat on your IG but we ain't worried
I'm from Krumm Park, where we keep stock in Hallmark
You keep playing and I'ma send these things over, they all darts
You want beef for your entrée, these bullets is a la carte
Achebe mixed with Black Thought, and things fall apart, boy
Where I'm from we don't play that
I send them boys over where you stay
I got a lot of brothers, different mothers, aye
Some Crip, and some Blood, you can't touch em'
Writer: Vada Azeem
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