[Verse 1]
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You save your money, nigga where your dough at?
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Say you block slow I could come and snow that
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They put that pistol to your head if you owe that
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They gonna be where you stay, got your car lowjack
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That gin in the wine glass, couple throwin back
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I just do the wine and I don’t never do the yacht
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Through the side door we don’t never do the pet
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Unless it’s project all my niggas play that
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You need to van the wine you ain’t gotta say jack
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My pockets Fat Joe, all I gotta do is lean back
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A hundred grand in twenties, have you ever seen that?
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All say a nigga really shootin’ when he say I’mma be bad
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[Hook x2]
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That’s how it go where I’m from
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Them niggas stupid, they go dumb
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Better keep your pistol where I’m from
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’Cause you don’t wanna get caught without one
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[Verse 2]
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Uh this bitch niggas screaming I’m real
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But wouldn’t blow up on a man feel
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I’m from a little town where the crime real
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No funny money off that white this ain’t Seinfeld
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Real house good to drop off,
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I let you bum niggas get the knock off
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Preseason only time you get the shot off
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And that be in the real game get my Chris Paul off
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Oh that’s all point nigga GP
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Rain man Ale up, old school TV
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And then if you’re talking coke I have better lines
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Made that white girl pop babies Kevin, Federline
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[Hook x2]
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That’s how it go where I’m from
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Them niggas stupid, they go dumb
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Better keep your pistol where I’m from
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’Cause you don’t wanna get caught without one
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[Outro]
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That’s the jungle nigga I ain’t gonna lie
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Or some real shit, I had to take it back a little bit
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You know what I’m sayin?
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The shit that I grew up of
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It probably ain’t the shit you grew up of my nigga
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That 50cent get over run
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Yeah nigga
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That was my shit
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And that’s what I’m on, oh
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Where I'm From
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| Chevy Woods |
