[Verse 1: J Stone]
Yea
Watch
Turn a dollar and a dream to a mansion and a million
We was a trappin' in the buildings, giving back to the children
They said I wasn’t shit, they was laughin' at a nigga
Had to run the music up or run the bag up on niggas
Took myself on tour, nigga who city lit
Now I want Grammys nigga, used to wanna see a brick
Now I want plaques, me and Blacc Sam matchin' Maybachs
Black on black, double up, back to back nigga
Sold out dates in NY, that’s a fact
Casanova in the cut, Dave East in the back
Shit was packed, next stop in Cleveland
Real recognize real, I'm hot every season
Please believe it
They fully tapped in, cuz nigga back then
Them shows wasn't packed
And my shit wasn't crackin' yet
Niggas didn't wanna hear mе rap
And bitches didn't wanna hear my tracks
They'd rathеr hear some trap
They said my shit was whack
This ain’t no ’look at me now' rap or ’I told you so'
Nigga, I been had the flow, nigga I know I'm gold
Really diamond, I'm stone, Nip said I’ma blow
Like C4, but you ain't know, so here I go
[Chorus: Alexandria Dopson]
Here where I come from
We self-made
Come from nothin'
And where I come from
Shit don't stop
All or Nothin'
And that's all I know
Hussle is all I know
Here where I come from
We self-made
Come from nothin'
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Graduated, to a frozen wrist
I met Stone with Nip
We sold it quick, couple hoes to hit
Bitch this rollin' Crip
My marathons, lappin' niggas 'fore they noticed it
Hussle told us, watch who you be smokin' with
I took a couple losses, then got over it
Trey-O to 6-0, we pull up let a clip go
It don't matter the zip code
Smokin' watchin' baby boi, Rest in Peace to Crazy O
Prices went up, you wanna book me, gotta pay me more
She tryin' get with the homies, you better follow where your lady go
Homies dyin' in the streets, you niggas dyin' to be on the radio
Money up, God above all, nothin' above Him
We was the boys in the hood, watchin ?
Italian bitches love us, I guess we remind them of the Mafia
It's Harlem Mafia, Presidential, feel like Barak and them
Really took my shit hotter, I'm prophesizing what I can um
They couldn't walk in my shoes, I wouldn't give a sock to them
Pick and roll on any opp, we can Malone and Stockton them
It's goin' down like Jock and them Diddy, send some Ciroc for them
It's authentic, them niggas dropped it, cuz they cannot be him
Couple guns on me, shout outs to the bouncers, they got me in
[Chorus: Alexandria Dopson]
Here where I come from
We self-made
Come from nothin'
And where I come from
Shit don't stop
All or Nothin'
And that's all I know
Hussle is all I know
Here where I come from
We self-made
Come from nothin'
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