Lil Keed - Where I'm From lyrics

[Intro] Legendary What it do, boy? Keed, talk to 'em (Let's go) [Chorus] Reminiscing 'bout these old days (Old days) Realize I came a long way (Long way) I'ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh) I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water) n***as talkin' and it's fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin') I row these hoes in like I'm fishin', money was the bait (Money was the object) I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh) Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, b**h, uh-uh (Let that ho go) Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I'm from (I'm tryna get a bag) Nah boy, there ain't nothin' pa**in' these junkie n***as, these chromes (Ain't nothin', junkie n***as, chrome) Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', I'ma keep smokin', blow my lungs Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', we can get smoke, we can get it on Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', young slime ridin' with 'em, ride roof Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', count a bankroll 'til the early mornin' [Post-Chorus] Yeah-eah-eah-eah Oh yeah All of 'em built soft Oh-oh Let's go [Verse] Yeah, b**h Weighin' up this hard on this motherf**in' scale, b**h Yeah, I was stickin' around to wait for that exotic to come through the mail, b**h Young n***a Scooby Scoob Go and get some money, n***a, 'fore the bail hit A n***a havin' pressure on these hoes, but you know slime f**in' bad sh** Finna ball me into a superstar, ain't nothin' 'bout me average Got big drip, yeah, real drip, sh** n***as ain't even havin' I put a big clip on a big chip, and you know slime get to smashin' Yeah-eah [Chorus] Reminiscing 'bout these old days (Old days) Realize I came a long way (Long way) I'ma always get that paper, no break (Uh-uh) I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake (All type of water) n***as talkin' and it's fiction, they just wanna hate (They be talkin') I row these hoes in like I'm fishin', money was the bait (Money was the object) I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh) Ho tryna duck me, tryna cut up, b**h, uh-uh (Let that ho go) Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah, get a bag, yeah, where I'm from (I'm tryna get a bag) Nah boy, there ain't nothin' pa**in' these junkie n***as, these chromes (Ain't nothin', junkie n***as, chrome) Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', I'ma keep smokin', blow my lungs Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', we can get smoke, we can get it on Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', young slime ridin' with 'em, ride roof Nah, b**h, it ain't nothin', count a bankroll 'til the early mornin' [Post-Chorus] Yeah-eah-eah-eah (Let's go) Oh yeah All of 'em built soft Oh-oh [Outro] Oh yeah Oh, oh