Styles P
Where I’m From
[Verse 1]

I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill
Some n***as get rich, most n***as just go to jail
N***as 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 n***as
I told him holler, let them earn then we extorting them n***as
Straight bodies, no slipping, no court for them n***as
Suck my dick is the only words I offer them n***as

[Verse 2]

It's a new day and age, when I die throw [?] in my grave
And tell my n***as 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 n***as death 'cause we see they got fear of it
Shoot n***as in the head 'cause it's just an experiment
He said he was a thug, they see he's blood so they smearing it