Where We From? Ft Tewsly, Br4cke...

• Written by  • Featuring BR4CKETT, Coindrop, and Tewsly

//Verse 1 Day1//
I am from Kansas City,
It's gotta be branded with me,
Look to the sky, to god when ever you standin shitty
They said I had a chance, didnt say the chances is pretty,
If you want me on a song you will see the man in his city
When my father died that had really convinced me,
That if I'm gonna survive, I'll thrive and never be pitied
Any stage filled full of cod fishes, I'm really a boss, nigga
I remain a G... P.S.that’s why I could never be lost nigga
I am just a divine hero
One who will leave a remainder but could divide zero
I despise all you niggas who come at me, you guys can DIE zeros
I really just kick this shit into high gear tho,
I'm the one who's the prize, not a deprived weirdo,
Let's see you guys survive, I'll bet you die in a week, ho
I told 'em I rely on my rage
Niggas who doubt him, how come the outcome is Malcolm X?
You outta pocket, you’ll die on the stage
And I rely on my babe, ‘cause she a Cap and wild gunner
She’ll close her eyes, point the deuces to ring like Pacquiao mother
 
//Verse 2 Br4ckett//
Chilling with my life on the edge, told god I pledge of allegiance I won’t jump off again
Golden gate so high, made my blunt look like a baby pen, San Fran my gone, my den
Dont know what to do no more just climbing buildings and fucking hoes and you know they a ten
Bar spitting like my name ben, you should see me with a pen in my hand
Rolling hills around the city, thought it was so grand to see this natural wonder of the land
Of the free and the land of the Great Washington, told god, this city a one in a billion
Thats just my truthful opinion, so listen up and you might start to glisten, my decision
The San Fran Waves and the San Fran ways of life you must adapt too soon or die
I don’t know why im still high, I just know twin peaks somewhere there in the sky
Who would I try to figure out my life is good or bad or should I just die
So I guess this is goodbye, city of dreams and the dream of my city
There ain’t no other city I would want to go live in and I put that on 50
 
//Verse 3 Tewsly//
Day one, comin' out of North Carolina, Angel Angier,
Full of anger issues, it's the one, hold my coat, met my homie Jeremiah,
Press play as a rapper, grew up faster, moan and grown, groan, blown up ma,
Slowed up grandpa, I miss you, I bless you, full of known rowin' canda (candy)
Handy fanny bland grand schemes, move to a bliss, list the sickest flowin'
I'm the highest finest land, understand I stand on my own hand we began towin'
Man land manifest, mainland, all my punches land, gun jammin' fullin' gainin'
Explain' n' expandin' my chess man, chest expressing less demandin' killin'
All ex game flame, came and became full of aim, dressin' blessin'
Perfected myself, perfection ain't a reflection, depression ain't worth pressin'
Press my mention fetch for revenge, stretch to the edge, my flow is on a ledge
Mess with the confession, attention, I have a twin session, that's 21 questions
Test my connection, progression is movin' along. winnin' in seasons, 12 reasons
I get 24 fade a ways, obsessions of workin', ride along, move a long, son,
I shun, shown, and moved away, on display, I don't die along sinkin' bro,
Sins froze, I drove calm, gone mad, and went fro, I'd growed , blinkin' fros
And this timid skinny friend has grown up with a full a-fro, so
Don't be a ho kids, kidneys aren't so rigid to my Defoe
 
//Verse 4 Coindrop//
 
Fuck me living New York, even though it's the place with Brooklyn,
Where Hip Hop even started, memorials of faces looking
So devious and serious, Biggie's corner where he rapped on the mic,
Inspiring the underground to feel like they be having to fight;
For respect, and get their bets in, what gang's facing the game?
All they do is Polka dot color you red like spray painting on trains,
Killing someone for words that they claim they would be saved
By the Lord in his favor, but now you've made families wait;
To see you on the other side, was it ever worth it?
Nobody ever wants to die, man they don't deserve it,
I guess words do really hurt, they make yall emotional,
That could be positive or negative and become vulnerable;
But shoutout to the ones who's willing to just get them fed,
You can't break me, a neurosurgeon couldn't get in my head,
Styles and 'flows' made cuz Em helped expand my views,
But 'Marshy,' as good as I am, I couldn't stand by you;
Hip Hop brought people together to be in arms length,
Instead of hugging, we use them to swing firearms, drained
By the lack of gun laws, and dudes think they need protection,
These suppressors can't cancel the noise for that peace those rest in

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