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lirik lagu kai ca$h - where you from?

{verse 1}
we come from a ghetto where the restrictions condense our needs
they box us in mini towns with no way to succeed
guess who figured out how to byp-ss systems they did apply?
strengthened inside my mind, won’t victimize me and mine
we rose like d.rose after the injury
some of us ain’t make it out, prison or taken out
lord bless us, for them we pour the hennessy
these ain’t no happy homes we livin’ in vacant houses
you ain’t never see minority lead in high priority (uh)
we been in poverty k!lling each other often and stuck in ignorant ways
buy what we can’t afford, and show it off for attention
what the f-ck is going on?
we came from gods, kings, how they label us p-wns?
i’m getting this off my chest, made it out where i’m from
created cultural content (uh)
they tried to run with it
stamp it and then relaunch it, generate better funds from it (aw)
shame on n-gg-s singing the same song (yeah)
made more lanes, you see we came far
swinging like it was baseball then runnin’ home
so pardon i’m being more brief than underclothes
sh-t is disgusting yeah, we come from the same blocks
the youngin’s wanna be hov, but don’t sell the same rock
they run us up off the road, we run from the jakes, cops
with dreams like mike jordan, but don’t take the same shots
this sh-t is confusing, they put us in schools but we never learn
arsonists with they ways they tryna let us burn
but i’m confident in my ways them tables better turn
revise them agreements, we understand but we need better terms
sh-t is getting sickening, kids shivering, cold times like
they doc-ment our negative vibes, but no highlights
and been against, black figures since, old times
but i’m in the lab soaking the game to get my mind right

[hook]
home invasions, drug busts, guns bust
fake friends, hard times, no love
no food, figure where its gon’ come from?
hustle hard, or you could starve, now what you want?

home invasions, drug busts, guns bust
fake friends, hard times, no love
no food, figure where its gon’ come from?
every hood and slums, now tell ’em where you from

[verse 2]
i’m from a
dark place but the street lights bright
and gunshots a clear the whole d-mn street at night
but i was smart, knew where i was supposed to be at night
mama told me no corners like that piece of white
bread that you peel off, cus you don’t eat that right?
sometimes thats all them people got to eat at night
tryna find a way to get out, leave that life
kids freezing can’t sleep at night too cold
often its rapping or balling cus drug trafficking get you caught up in traffic, law and order now you calling lawyers
prior warrants you on the run because them boys was on ya
i chose to pick a different route and played the corner office
we was born in the tougher times while they enjoyed a fortune
too much death in our inner cities, call the coroner on us
politics and they stop and frisk when we try going forward
understand why i’m standing tall cus i ain’t going for it (what)

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