[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I wasn't, born to ball, I came from hearing rats in the walls
Black Forces strapped, Carhartt overalls
I come from "Run from the black Impala", I come from "Two for a dollar"
I come from GOATS with the turtle neck collar
The humidity make it ten times hotter
Double up, the world prosper
I come from bargain shoppers, yo
I come from "Fuck what niggas think"
I come from hella plastic bags under the sink
From the beige trench, no mix
No time to think, I come "From once again it's on"
Momma singing sad songs cause they had to get 'em gone, word
Your mans be with his mans, your belongings in they plans
Your bros ain't your bros, where I'm from that's how it goes
Black Forces worn by the enforcers, creating orphans
Leaving corpses, making niggas forfeit
I come from pure distortion, extortion, and abortion
You can scream until your voice hoarse and—
[Verse 2: Ka]
I'm from hand-me-downs, never boated, we ran the ground (Never boated)
Friends in caskets, couldn't grasp it like my hands was bound (Rest in peace)
I'm from nothing in the cabinet and the fridge, had dibs
Post too much, get you touched, ain't no bragging where I live (Nothin')
I'm from day's wrath, couldn't leave home without knowing today's math
Hard place to raise cats, was God's grace when strays passed
From 'round the way, sturdy block
Dirty cops move a pound a day
Homie told me "You only get the Tony if you down to play"
Seen bodies laying, ain't nobody playing when it's time to pay
I'm from thirst and hunger (Hunger)
Huntin' for a hunnid, search for perfect number
Come from where it hurts to slumber
New careers was birthed and gave work to runner
Did most my dirt in summer
I'm from shattered dreams, erratic teens
Would've been nice if they had the means (Been nice)
Wouldn't've been in Clinton if they was mintin' and had the greens
Years fuming, treating us inhuman, made us grab machines
Lots and abandons
Our gutter lullabies was pops from the cannons (Bahp)
Don't care where you from, it's about the props where you standing
Where I was thrown was cobblestone streets before the pavement
Back when assistance was the only thing that aids meant
And every foul was fragrant
Bless the child that made it
Where them days went?
Yeah, yeah
Where them days went?
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