Where I'm From

Dropped 40 for a Glock 40
That's a hood discount
That's an accessory gun, sesemy seed buns
For the beef y'all brung
Y'all done fucked up
Fucked with the wrong fuck up
I've been a nut since pops fucked moms
Fucked up in the head, I'm living
But I'm brain-dead
Life goes on and you don't need a
Psychic in order to read my palm
Niggas'll get you first where I'm from
That's why I Creep on 'em, I creep on 'em
I creep on 'em
Niggas play cool, put the heat on 'em
Make the temperature reach the
Highest peak on 'em
I said you don't need a pyschic
In order to read my palm