WHERE YOU FROM - 21 Savage

Shit, when you see the real niggas gettin' out the way, that shit is dead 'cause ain't no one wants any

These niggas try it, these niggas movin' the goalpost on everybody

Man, this shit is some pussy ass shit, man

We see a nigga like, just accept that it's over with, like, man

The first nigga that denounce the street stuff gon' be that nigga

Street dead, the street's still dead

Savage, where you from? G Block, where they bomb

Shit like Vietnam, gun smoke in my lungs

Extendos and them drums, you boys don't want a crumb

They come knock off your king, then turn 'round, get your pawns

Gen5 with the switch

Like my nigga Nudy, I'll never leave the 6

Like my nigga Chubbs, I'll never leave the 6ix

Bitch, don't cut my Trish, you ball up your fist

But we pull up with sticks

They gon' eat if I make you a plate

Niggas pussy, we takin' they pape

Out the sunroof, I'm swingin' that K

Get to wavin' it at you like, "Hey"

Pussy, don't ask me 'bout Metro or Drake

Play with either, get shot in the face, pussy

Gun shots for everybody, us, never them, nigga

Why the fuck you think they call me Savage?

Any bitch that I'm fuckin' the baddest

Never been with a nigga who had it

Then she met me and now I'm her daddy

Zone 6, I grew up in the madness

We come straight in your hood and we smash it

I like robbin' the niggas who flashin'

If you thought it was smoke, nigga, ask me

In the Phantom, just me and my Draco

And these hollows'll hit you in ClayCo

I done bought out a Quagen in Waco

Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh

She gon' eat up that dick when I say so

Ain't no love for a rat, free Ksoo

I got bakin' soda, it ain't a cake though

Watch show the day and the date, ho

Lord, forgive me, I'm committin' sins

Lockin' Ls like I ain't win

Real nigga, I got fake friends

Lotta Ms that I can't spend

Always ready when we can't spin

Ain't a corner that we ain't been

Pussy nigga say he gettin' money

We'll catch him lackin' at the bank then

Buy a pint and put it in the soda

Vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor

Hit the lot and get a new whip

I'm a rich nigga, I go in the motor

Millionaire, but I'm still a soldier

Whack the shooter, nigga, and who drove you?

Big pole like the North Pole, but we keep poles 'cause the streets colder

You ain't like that, stop cappin'

Make a billion, I'ma stop rappin'

Bots on this car, got 'em trackin'

One slip, he get caught in traffic

Used to hide the money in the mattress

Too much of it now, I just stack it

Opps funny like they Tiff Haddish

Rock out with the stick, Lenny Kravitz

Pussy

Rock out with the stick like I'm Travis Barker

Rock out with the stick like I'm B.B. King (You go against this shit, nigga, you get the belt, nigga)

Rock out with the stick like I'm Jimi Hendrix

Rock out on your coach, rock out on your team (Unlimited belt)

All you internet niggas, I see you

All you content creators

Catch you down bad and break your MacBook

Break your iPhone, bitch ass nigga, fuck you

You know how I rock, nigga

One up top in the Glock, nigga

Fah

Southside

Wheezy outta here

Shit, I remember, I remember when, me and, goddamn

You know we be ridin' them dracos cars and shit

I had, uh, a J Cadillac, right, a Cadillac, um, car, like a Sedan and this

And this nigga thought it was my car 'cause every time I go serve him, I used to, I used to, uh, serve in that car

So one day, he pulled up, he gave me the money

And I got out like I was gon' holler like I usually do

I left the nigga in the car, and let—

He kept callin', I'm like, "Bro, you can have that car, bro, you're buggin'"

The truth