Where I’m From

We ain't never think shit would get here

They thought I fell off but I fell in

Deep inside my bag where **** can't get

Go back to the hood they say, "Lil' 4, we need you back here"

We tired of selling crack and all these crackers tryna crack us

They knew I knew just how they feel

'Cause we was fucked up in that ville

I done been through hard times but I prevailed

I ain't been the same since 3-3 and my uncle had got killed

I been off them same pills I told my brother made him sick

I know when my cousin get out he ain't gon' do no crime again

I been tryna find a way, they gave him life when I was little

After Juan died and Dada died, can't lie, that had me sick

I took LC on a jet, make sure fam and them could flex

I been having talks with myself, I was in a stolen rental car

In 2017 when it was just me Zay, Dee, and Buck

I been fucked up in my head, I wish DJ can see his pa'

Know that daddy shit go far, me and bro gon' play that part

This ain't no overnight shit

I ain't never think that I'd be rich living how my life is

We was in them trenches with a switch 'cause we ain't fight fair

Shit, La will tell you every time it's pressure, I be right there

Talk you shit, go ahead I'm recording

I know I'm about to talk my shit, about to pop my shit

I'm on the phone with my nephew, he puttin' me on

I'm the pen, I 'bout to home soon

I'm about to pop my shit 'cause I'm like that

I'm poppin' that shit 'cause I'm out that P, I'm out the jets

**** like real **** that's gon' come home and keep respect

Streets fucked up, they need me out there

I need to come home so I can breathe out there

I need that fresh air

Let me out this the bitch, let me out these people got me—

Where we from, it ain't no living lavish

I be giving **** pain, ain't need no pen and pad here

I be tryna show all the youngin's you don't need no drugs to come up

I was in the hood to just seeing junkies, they go to the hood and see us

Pops went to the feds, my mama had to step up

Them **** had they father figures, we use to walk through that park

Back when Juan was selling CD's, him and Max and Paw Paw

I wonder if he never died if I would've made it this far

If I would've never caught that case, if I would've made it this far

If we would've got caught with them guns, if I would've made it this far

If we had never got evicted, if I would've made it this far

If my pops never went to prison, would I have made it this far?

I know they look at me like I'm the chosen one

Shit, I was fucked up, I ain't stop, you ain't the only one

When I was running behind yo' dreams, I ain't get paid to come

Funny when you turnt up with that bag, they think you owe 'em something