Artist: Lil Keed Album: Keed Talk to 'Em (Mixtape) Song: Where I'm From Typed by: AZ Lyrics (Legendary) What it do, boy? Keed, talk to 'em (Let's go) 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) Niggas 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, bitch, 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' passin' these junkie niggas, these chromes (Ain't nothin', junkie niggas, chrome) Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', I'ma keep smokin', blow my lungs Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', we can get smoke, we can get it on Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', young slime ridin' with 'em, ride roof Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', count a bankroll 'til the early mornin' Yeah-eah-eah-eah Oh yeah All of 'em built soft Oh-oh Let's go Yeah, bitch Weighin' up this hard on this motherfuckin' scale, bitch Yeah, I was stickin' around to wait for that exotic to come through the mail, bitch Young nigga Scooby Scoob Go and get some money, nigga, 'fore the bail hit A nigga havin' pressure on these hoes, but you know slime fuckin' bad shit Finna ball me into a superstar, ain't nothin' 'bout me average Got big drip, yeah, real drip, shit niggas ain't even havin' I put a big clip on a big chip, and you know slime get to smashin' Yeah-eah 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) Niggas 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, bitch, 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' passin' these junkie niggas, these chromes (Ain't nothin', junkie niggas, chrome) Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', I'ma keep smokin', blow my lungs Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', we can get smoke, we can get it on Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', young slime ridin' with 'em, ride roof Nah, bitch, it ain't nothin', count a bankroll 'til the early mornin' Yeah-eah-eah-eah (Let's go) Oh yeah All of 'em built soft Oh-oh Oh yeah Oh, oh