Where You From

I’ve seen to many pass and some run, live by the sword and you die by the gun, hard works rewarded by the heavenly son, no matter where you at never forget where your from.

The evanescence of a sinner, missing my adolescent as my conscience gets thinner, don’t need a lethal weapon to be known as a killer, give me a microphone and I’ll show you a trigger. I’ll loan you a filler to practice against, but your raps done had a relapse, so your never relaxing again, I swing the axe in the wind decapitate foes with flows. I’ve been packing since 10, some cats react with a grin, shaking their head profits at it again, going for broke get too close, Just might choke on the okey-doke up and smoke, Ain’t no antidote when you stand alone in the land thats not your own, Your a long way from home, a dog without a bone ice cream with no cone and yeah man its on , I came back for the throne, been drinking yak and I’m blown, so face facts or get gone, while I sit on the throne.


I’ve seen to many pass and some run, live by the sword and you die by the gun, hard works rewarded by the heavenly son, no matter where you at never forget where your from.

Could I justify my sins, with the heart of a soldier, more soul than 10 men, as I grow older, I get colder, pulling knowledge out my shoulder holdster, forever, paying homage to the hip-hop culture, hear a bad beat get me going like a motor,and I’m on it like dead meat to a vulture, they asked me to speak, and it was over, dropped heat from Dante‘s peak to supernova, music runs deep in my genetic makeover, used to make beats with PlayStation controllers, constant fleek with hay makers and blunt rollers, movers, and the shakers before you know it man it’s over there, speaking only the truth to the Mic I’m a bold one, when I tell the plug two times and let me hold one,man I’m in the booth with a rocket and a cold one, locking down the beat while I drink and I’m smoking, keep a big coat, You never know what I’m holding, see im cutthroat and all about my tokens, if it’s you or me I’ll leave your ass choking, with lyrics and gun smoking.

I’ve seen to many pass and some run, live by the sword and you die by the gun, hard works rewarded by the heavenly son, no matter where you at never forget where your from.

Hard drill, hip hop., rap, male, trap