Where I'm From

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How real is this?

How real is this?

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Respect this here, check

I'm from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come

You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme

Where the grams are slung, **** vanish every summer

Where the blue vans would come

We throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set

To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet

Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets

So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check

I'm from the other side where other guys don't walk too much

And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much

So they ran up to the Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust

I don't know what the fuck they thought

Them **** is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable

Summertime's unforgettable

Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new

Your word was everything, so everything you said you'd do

You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I'm from where **** pull your card and argue all day about

Who's the best emcees, Biggie, Jay-Z, or Nas?

Where the drug czars evolve and thugs are at odds

At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

The cats catch cases, hopin' the judge R-and-Rs

But most times find themselves locked up behind bars (That all?)

I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars

I'm from Marcy, son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Brooklyn, Brooklyn

So where you from?

I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest

And **** been prayin' to God so long that they atheist

Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow

'Cause the day after we'll be sayin'

"Damn, I was just with him yesterday"

I'm a block away from hell

Not enough shots away from stray shells

An ounce away from a triple beam

Still usin' that handheld weight scale

You're laughin', you know the place well

Where the liquor stores and the base dwell

And government? Fuck government

**** politic theyselves

Where we call the cops "The A-Team"

'Cause they hop outta vans and spray things

And life expectancy so low, we makin' out wills at eighteen

Well how you get rid of guys who step outta line?

Your rep solidifies

So tell me, when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize?

If the shit is lies, God strike me, and I got a question

Are You forgivin' guys who live just like me? We'll never know

One day, I prayed to You and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know

The stakes and exactly what takes place in the ghetto

Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Brooklyn, Brooklyn

So where you from?

Check

I'm from where they cross over and clap boards

Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen

I'm up the block, 'round the corner, and down the street

From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drugs lords meet

We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep

And fuck tomorrow, long as the night before was sweet

**** get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off fleek

And no matter the weather, **** know how to draw heat

Whether you're four feet or minute size, it always starts out with

Three dice and shoot the five

**** thought they deuce was live

Then I hit 'em with trips

Then I reached down for they money, pa, forget about this

This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist

And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this

****'ll show you love, that's how they fool thugs

Before you know it, you're lyin' in a pool of blood, where I'm from

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from, Marcy, son, ain't nothing nice

Brooklyn, Brooklyn