Where I'm From

America welcome to the land of the brave

America welcome to the land of the slaves

where to do anything for money the consequences is the cage

follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their grave

you can either live to regret or benefit from your ways

the enemies get what they deserve the innocent get the strays

everything aint all gravy baby niggas are subject to change

and it gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting strange

I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage

Urine dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades

when it comes to ammunition its thirty thirties and K's

and them treys hold me down like that du-rag that's on your waves

America welcome to the land where they kill

America welcome to the land where they steal

where niggas will call your bluff till you let them know shit is real

where material shit will make bitches head over heals

where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch

where they shoot at cops and most little niggas don't know they pops

where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed get bent to be cool

where the girls loose there virginity in elementary school

where the ambulances are late club floors get left with stains

over step on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"

where niggas are ghetto fabulous billings and nice whips

where cops will fuck you up with flash lights and night sticks

America welcome to the land where they frame you

America welcome to the land where they hang you

where it doesn't pay to live with out sin or be an angel

and a regular day of just chillen a bullet can rearrange you

where niggas will back stab you the first time they get the chance to

the envious ways of a coward will do nothing but amp you

I'm from South Side Jamaica where comics and stars are born

where you can wake up in the morning and your brand new car is gone

where niggas that you grew up with is speeding and smoking crack

play Russian roulette with their dreams and there is no way to get them back

where the hood rats will surround you, the constant trade on the stack

its kind of hard to keep your cool when there is constant hate on your back

New York City that's where I stay

where everyday is foul play

we got ours so you should have yours

cause it'll be no warnings when its time to go to war

New York City that's where I'm from

I got my vest, I got my gun

And you should run if you aint got one

cause it'll be no warnings for them niggas, wars come

A yo Banks, let me shine

I got Timberwolves in Minnesota

and got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda, homie

I cross over with rugers in Vancouver when its Grizzly

And I'll Portland Trail blaze ya if ya ass don't hit me

You'll get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland and start bleeding

And now you're on the bench and can't ball all season

Yo I'm rolling Phillies up with the 76's

and got my Heat in Miami on the beach with my niggas

And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' cause they see them

Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walking

Stash the burner, Now I'm in Phoenix Sun

Cause I'm a Golden State Warrior that stay on the run

I'm in the truck counting up Milwaukee Bucks

And I, stay with the ratchet cause that's what's up

I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's

So I'm living like a King in Sacramento

When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bullshit

You know semi automatics I stay with a full clip

For them Houston Rockets

baby nine in my pocket

Hypnotic and bomb chronic

lounging with the Sonics

I'm that nigga that will Los Angeles Clip ya

slow your Pace in Indiana while you counting them figures

You I'm out in New Orleans "wodie" ducking them warrants

You'll get stung by my mac like a batch of Hornets

Times up like the San Antonio Spurs

I got rings like a Laker but move Celtic birds

Disappear like Magic- Dallas Mavericks with the gat

I'll Detroit piss on you while your lying on your back

Strip shorty out her bra you know I get ass

Cause the kid big ballin' like the Utah Jazz

Toronto Raptor style Ya is a vet

I move like a Net so Cut that check