Where Ya From

[Intro] [Verse 1: Sulaiman] South side nigga keep a eye out for a trigger cause you never really know when that shit gon' bang Put the hottest rapper wit the leader of the free world keep it thorough hoping that the shit is gon' change But them niggas don't aim don't identify they don't know pain of a realer guy they don't hit stains They don't see shame in a nigga eye they don't know cane they ain't able to be stable in the rain You a chain gang poking, chain smoking Pop but they can't close what they can't open Stocked with the flame bro still remain frozen Block nigga change now he sweet as Frank Ocean In they eyes, fame ties ain't gang ties Remain tight as the waistline on your great aunt up at Lane Bryant I relayed mine through the grapevine, and made wine, say sum'n... [Hook] He who do no work don't shine... That bad bitch yea you know that's mine... Like every day my birthday.... I guess Chicago just this way... So I'm hollerin' out Where you from?? [Verse 2: Dally Auston] Westside... He don't work don't smoke He don't work don't shine From the West Side of the Chi Town let the cold and the dirty and the meek Say the grass don't grown nigga fuck is you mean First of the month know the crack gon' blow Got the watch out stand on the corner Trafficking order Waiting for niggas to lack Bitches respecting a mack Cause the pimps had told me the don of the West Side We gon' check that bag on the West Side We don't lack when we get it in Far from a regular West Side tell me where you from like [Hook] [Verse 3: Gzus Piece] And you know I'm from the 1-0-3. since a little nigga was a flea Walking up to a Gar V When all a nigga wanted was for Domonique to tell the whole world that she really liked me And not realizing what was going round me With the T's and the D's and the Moes and the MC's Shots rang out just another casualty Trey's mama made a nigga spam with the cheese Used to shoot my jumper with the one-arm lean It was beautiful, and it still is Who are you to skew? Breaking down P's upping fees is the usual Hit the playground with the sounds we just cruising through Finna go and kick it with my Oakdale fam Hit the liquor store then we blow a couple grams Go up to the attic busting raps with my mans And it's all good in the hood and I'm saying [Hook]