Yp Que - I'm From Lyrics

I'm from the slums I ain't never gave a f*ck about a bitch
I keep a drum I ain't never gave a f*ck about a stick
Cut to much f*cked around I think it got my junkie sick
I need more guns to Minaj I put a vector in my nick
I'm from the hood I ain't never gave a f*ck about a hoe
Grab a 8th of key compress that bitch and bag it into Os
I know some bs gds esa crips bds I know some folks
I want all smoke we the opps I thought I let these niggas know
We da opps f*ck they deads
I thought I told ya ass before
Got Richie cookin on the pad bitch I be cookin on the stove
I'm in the jects serving zombies
Geeked off e pills I got coke
I get it brackin for my bloods I be coolin w my locs
Hoe I trap I just start to rap cus all I heard was cap
Was only 12 watched my uncle in the basement smokin crack
These niggas 12 I can't f*ck with that cus I don't f*ck with rats
These niggas pussy I can't f*ck with that cus I don't f*ck with cats
I'm on yo block lurking for a Vic
It's 50 in this clip
I bet not miss
They don't see my face the case gon get dismissed
I know they pissed
Bro drop 30 on em
Hit em in his shit
Just put a titty on the glock
It got a switch it bet not click
And I want drama say goodbye to mama
My clip like a comma
I smoke wiz but I serve madonna
Can't work with your honor
You ain't low
I know where to find ya
Got a bitch to line ya
Ain't bout bread
I won't never mind ya
They will never find ya
I'm from the slums I ain't never gave a f*ck about a bitch
I keep a drum I ain't never gave a f*ck about a stick
Cut to much f*cked around I think it got my junkie sick
I need more guns to Minaj I put a vector in my nick
I'm from the hood I ain't never gave a f*ck about a hoe
Grab a 8th of key compress that bitch and bag it into Os
I know some bs gds esa crips bds I know some folks
I want all smoke we the opps I thought I let these niggas know
Free the opps think I'm scared
Niggas must be shootin dope
Half these niggas out here chattin
Gotta call up for a pole
I'm that nigga she don't suck my dick
She came to take my soul
Cheated on bae it's a game
& she won't never get the code
I'm from pain
He ain't learn to read lil shorty learn to aim
F*ck the game
Know a nigga said it 'fore I even came
City girl silly girl
I'm bout to make you need a cane
I fell off f*cking with fashion
Had to hit a couple stains
I don't care police in the L we trappin in the U
You a bitch
See it in your eyes you cappin in the booth
I smoke loud
Broski pass the runts these niggas smokin boof
If I hit gotta get the mouth
And then she get the boot
My hots want action
Nina 40s clappin energy I matching
If he taxing we gon cop a few
And then get him for assets
I serve grams
Rap wasn't the plan I'll die for my mans
I serve sand break crack w my hands
Moni got the fan