Where I’m From
 作词 : Sarah Kennedy/Robert Thomas/Kavi Lybarger/Andrew Decena
 作曲 : Sarah Kennedy/Robert Thomas/Kavi Lybarger/Andrew Decena
We ain't never think shit would get here
They thought I fell off but I fell in
Deep inside my bag where **** can't get
Go back to the hood they say, "Lil' 4, we need you back here"
We tired of selling crack and all these crackers tryna crack us
They knew I knew just how they feel
'Cause we was ****ed up in that ville
I done been through hard times but I prevailed
I ain't been the same since 3-3 and my uncle had got killed
I been off them same pills I told my brother made him sick
I know when my cousin get out he ain't gon' do no crime again
I been tryna find a way, they gave him life when I was little
After Juan died and Dada died, can't lie, that had me sick
I took LC on a jet, make sure fam and them could flex
I been having talks with myself, I was in a stolen rental car
In 2017 when it was just me Zay, Dee, and Buck
I been ****ed up in my head, I wish DJ can see his pa'
Know that daddy shit go far, me and bro gon' play that part
This ain't no overnight shit
I ain't never think that I'd be rich living how my life is
We was in them trenches with a switch 'cause we ain't fight fair
Shit, La will tell you every time it's pressure, I be right there
Talk you shit, go ahead I'm recording
I know I'm about to talk my shit, about to pop my shit
I'm on the phone with my nephew, he puttin' me on
I'm the pen, I 'bout to home soon
I'm about to pop my shit 'cause I'm like that
I'm poppin' that shit 'cause I'm out that P, I'm out the jets
**** like real **** that's gon' come home and keep respect
Streets ****ed up, they need me out there
I need to come home so I can breathe out there
I need that fresh air
Let me out this the bitch, let me out these people got me—
Where we from, it ain't no living lavish
I be giving **** pain, ain't need no pen and pad here
I be tryna show all the youngin's you don't need no drugs to come up
I was in the hood to just seeing junkies, they go to the hood and see us
Pops went to the feds, my mama had to step up
Them **** had they father figures, we use to walk through that park
Back when Juan was selling CD's, him and Max and Paw Paw
I wonder if he never died if I would've made it this far
If I would've never caught that case, if I would've made it this far
If we would've got caught with them guns, if I would've made it this far
If we had never got evicted, if I would've made it this far
If my pops never went to prison, would I have made it this far?
I know they look at me like I'm the chosen one
Shit, I was ****ed up, I ain't stop, you ain't the only one
When I was running behind yo' dreams, I ain't get paid to come
Funny when you turnt up with that bag, they think you owe 'em something