Where We Came From

How you gon Judge look where We came from Praying for the Sun every time The rain come Pour up the Double cups To ease the pain some Get rich and Run it up with My day ones Beat the odds Graveyards And prison sentence Times was hard We pray to god Make it out Them trenches In the streets I seen it all Some things I cannot mention I was taught To judge them By his morals And intensions More money More problems I can't brag I'm rich If we ain't All counting More money More problems I can't brag I'm rich If we ain't All counting It's mvp real shit You gon Forget the losers Too many rips I gave a pay raise To my shooters Just copped a New 40 Clutching on a cougar New money And the same fit I'm a vet jugger If it wasn't For the music You probably Never see me Two friends couped Up in the benz They about to Double team me My momma always Hold it down I pray she never Leave me Tyler know all My secrets I Know she better Keep it Counting paper With the dealers Tapped in with the gangstas A life taker He trigger happy When it come to danger If I die up in these streets Let my killer Walk for free Put that nigga on a tee Send me some company Nigga talking greasy Send em to The upper room Can't weave this Here extensions Curling like a half moon Got sticks And drums Got em marching To a different tune Loyalty before love I follow different rules How you gon Judge look where We came from Praying for the Sun every time The rain come Pour up the Double cups To ease the pain some Get rich and Run it up with My day ones Beat the odds Graveyards And prison sentence Times was hard We pray to god Make it out Them trenches In the streets I seen it all Some things I cannot mention I was taught To judge them By his morals And intensions Cut the lights Hoodies up Mask on If that boy Want to flex We bare arms Stomach shot Fatigues on I got beans on I can feel it in the air Be the theme song Don't play em close Stay out the way When we spraying tho My hitta invented A new area code 187 we gon up it If you dial us He could catch A fade or these Clippers get him lined up Corrupt drivers Pull up to your crib Got the shooters on an app Don't get in this uber Stay dangerous cuzzy The streets is undefeated Caught bussin a ratchet And a nina Wifey think I'm cheating All my niggas thuggin Tell em free the opps We believe in street justice Cops can't be trusted Killing us for nothing Can't rely on them So the straps In abundance Like blue hundreds Investigators steady Wondering how these Tools funded Everything I rap Is dope I got the booth jumping Fuck a gun range We really go Shoot something You aint gon Do nothing