Where I'm From - Styles P

I’m from a place where they die for a dollar bill

Some niggas get rich, most niggas just go to jail

Niggas in the hood hear this shit and they know it’s real

Either get life or some dough for the blow you sell

Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Carmelo’s

Sky blue and dark yellow chilling in Palm Meadows

Tryna get some M’s in my hand

Can’t see the picture, need to look again and get your camera a lens

It’s the game, who the fuck let the amateurs win?

I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten

He said «P, get the GT if you damage the Benz

It ain’t the money, it’s respect that make you man of the men»

He said dollars is important to niggas

I told him holler, let them earn then we extorting them niggas

Straight bodies, no slipping, no court for them niggas

Suck my dick is the only words I offer them niggas

It’s a new day and age, when I die throw in my grave

And tell my niggas in the cage I wasn’t able to save

Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you

Crackers tryna stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you

See like the eyes on the pyramids

We offer niggas death 'cause we see they got fear of it

Shoot niggas in the head 'cause it’s just an experiment

He said he was a thug, they see he’s blood so they smearing it