I-95 Freestyle (Where I'm From)

[Intro]

The Plugs I Met in stores right now

Big Griselda, Big BSF

You know how I’m rocking, my nigga

Let’s go

Let’s go

[Verse]

No hashtagging, I’m past rapping

Gats clapping, a crack package put me in a different tax bracket

This 40 kicking like the Last Dragon

They’re talking smoke, we got gas maskes and macs with the strap fastened

You the best, shit, when that happened?

They took bricks, we was back at it, OG, yeah I’m that status

I go to jail and I’m max status

We cash addicts, the jewels make the plug want to send a batch at us

Uh huh, you know I stack chips on chips

Got a nigga shopping in Saks Fifth on 5th

I put out shit that impact strips

I showed niggas how to take those Miami trips and give back bricks

Yeah, the money fast when the dope fire, I won’t lie

I really put a brick in a wheel, now that’s a snow tire

For dough handlers and coke buyers

But I used to couldn’t change the channel if I ain’t had no pliers

Uh, my old trap spot had 50 stashes

The house I grew up in had empty cabinets

I let off with this .50 magnum, make you bleed 50 gallons

Put more people to sleep than City Mattress

Huh, ask niggas about the Butch

Especially these lil’ rap niggas I’m ‘bout to cook, huh

You got a little fag in you just by the looks

And the clip ‘bout-, you fuck all that, ay look

Last year was light, but this one, I’m taking flight

No matter how bad she is, I never spent the night

That’s what happens when you’re ghetto and get rich ‘cause you ain’t settled

They double back and try to box you in like Canelo

Bob and weave like I’m Floyd, my last job was selling boy

All them aves I destroyed, that’s the past I avoid

But admit it, you ain’t half as raw, I turn a brick into applesauce

Nigga, I had more plugs than an Apple store

When it’s cash involved, I got to laugh at y’all

You’re broke and my cake came early like a Capricorn

I’m in the trap with a Catholic broad

I make her count the stacks and recount it back like she add it wrong

My name come up in best rapper talks

I’m flattered, I’m just a trapper with classics in my catalog

We know you lacking, but we’re packing ours

You stay strapped when the jeweler got you cooler than a pack of Halls

Set up by a nigga that I thought had it

Showed up with the money and got surrounded by narc badges

Got locked and really met a plug in the feds

We did our time, came home, linked and got bread

These sucks tell me rap about some other shit instead

I can’t, all them white bricks embedded in my head

So shout out all my plugs, but I can’t say no names

Just because I’m rapping don’t mean they ain’t in the game

Yeah, the money come quick, shit, it feel like it’s the same

But the risk a lot higher when you fucking with cocaine

I ain’t glorifying hustling, I’m saying I got a lane

And the same shit that pulled me in inspired me to change

So shout out all my plugs, uh, this for all the plugs I met

Ones I got rid of and ones I kept

Uh, ones I kept, for the packs I send and ones I catch

You held me down on that 1-yard stretch

On that 1-yard stretch, for the ones I-

Nah mean