Where I'm From

[Intro] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yo [Verse 1] I'm from where the hammers ring, they damage everythin' Niggas' (-) get on the stand and everythin' I'm from where the cops beat you, after they put the cuffs on Where niggas get naked after they hit them dust joints Where you can get somethin' to eat out of the backyard And all they got is EBTs, no Black Cards Local bars, you can knock off yay The sun be out, but the sky still be charcoal gray-ay Shorty just tryin' to get his bread back I'm from where they cop the new Jordans after they next pack I'm from where they put forty in it after they head crack I'm from where these bitches'll fuck you until the bed crack From where them crackers'll get you straight Uh-huh, the second-highest conviction rate Real talk, and I'm talkin' United States They send one informant nigga to buy the base Indictments, and they ain't even worth rumblin' The DA just lyin' and your lawyer just mumblin' Old head tryin' to put his numbers in Yeah, my man got twenty-six summers in Salute, from where they do a lot of wonderin' Uh, he's a boss, it's a lot of dudes under him Bunch of raw talent here, physically and mentally They'll never make it cause they slack academically From where they lack identity Violation of the G-code is a penalty Like when the narcs take your keys and mess up your house Handcuff you, find the work while you stressed on the couch New jail, second floor, you the next in the house When they first arrested you, you wasn't next to your house Couldn't find the Forty Belows, I'll take the (-) Girls from the projects, they loved us, couldn't wait to fuck us I'm from where the suckers hate, but I hate the suckers It's gon' take a mean army and some cake to touch us You hear me? Lost Borough, but the heart is won Cough up a lung where I'm from, Yonkers, son Ain't nothin' nice [Hook] (x4) Cough up a lung where I'm from, Yonkers, son Ain't nothin' nice, there many places, but I'm New York's own [Outro] So where you from? Yonkers