Where Ya From Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Sulaiman]
South side nigga keep a eye out for a trigger cause you never really know when that shit gon' bang
Put the hottest rapper wit the leader of the free world keep it thorough hoping that the shit is gon' change
But them niggas don't aim don't identify they don't know pain of a realer guy they don't hit stains
They don't see shame in a nigga eye they don't know cane they ain't able to be stable in the rain

You a chain gang poking, chain smoking
Pop but they can't close what they can't open
Stocked with the flame bro still remain frozen
Block nigga change now he sweet as Frank Ocean

In they eyes, fame ties ain't gang ties
Remain tight as the waistline on your great aunt up at Lane Bryant
I relayed mine through the grapevine, and made wine, say sum'n...

[Hook]
He who do no work don't shine...
That bad bitch yea you know that's mine...
Like every day my birthday....
I guess Chicago just this way...
So I'm hollerin' out Where you from??

[Verse 2: Dally Auston]
Westside...
He don't work don't smoke
He don't work don't shine
From the West Side of the Chi Town let the cold and the dirty and the meek Say the grass don't grown nigga f*ck is you mean
First of the month know the crack gon' blow
Got the watch out stand on the corner
Trafficking order
Waiting for niggas to lack
Bitches respecting a mack
Cause the pimps had told me the don of the West Side
We gon' check that bag on the West Side
We don't lack when we get it in
Far from a regular
West Side tell me where you from like

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gzus Piece]
And you know I'm from the 1-0-3. since a little nigga was a flea
Walking up to a Gar V
When all a nigga wanted was for Domonique to tell the whole world that she really liked me
And not realizing what was going round me
With the T's and the D's and the Moes and the MC's
Shots rang out just another casualty
Trey's mama made a nigga spam with the cheese
Used to shoot my jumper with the one-arm lean
It was beautiful, and it still is
Who are you to skew?
Breaking down P's upping fees is the usual
Hit the playground with the sounds we just cruising through
Finna go and kick it with my Oakdale fam
Hit the liquor store then we blow a couple grams
Go up to the attic busting raps with my mans
And it's all good in the hood and I'm saying
[Hook]

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