[Lyric] Where Im From (Beanz (Rap))

[Intro]
Uh, where I'm from
I said—

[Chorus]
Who gives a uff where I'm from?
'Cause, see, ain't no difference when I'm spittin' this
Legal lean's in my cup, come get a sip of this
Big [?], big stash dope, real life livin' shit
They couldn't sit with me since I dropped explicit lyricists

[Verse 1]
Picture that, some things just can't be done
And yet it all gets tough soon as they family come
You ain't no family man, you your family's son
Knock down your family tree and now your family's none, so what?
Was better off when I ain't cared so much
Was easier when I stepped out and they ain't stared so much
Felt more love when my peoples wasn't there so much
I'm on the throne; that's what it motherfuckin' is, so what?
Now yeah, show fake love to my face, that give me more drive
On that same road so long, I need a full ride
Rob keep tellin' me that we here, guess it's on, right?
I snatched the blueprint and started to make my songs cry
Ruler's back, showin' out, the fool attack
I couldn't manage to not learn from all my foolish acts
Takin' over, shit easy, nah, probably in a way
But you the heart of your city, you feel shit in other ways
Nah, I will never change, [?] jigga that nigga
Seen it revolve in music, now I'm tryna see its figures
Oh, they causin' a renegade? I will never surrender
All I need's a couple Ms and a [?] under the fender
I hola hovito, you don't know what you're missin' until you get it
They see me, get offended
All these girls, girls, girls and none of them be comparin'
Ride the izzo blastin' "Izzo" then skrt off in a McLaren, so what?
They never mad at where you from, it's all 'bout where you goin'
Trust them gut feelings, takin' trips just to feel the motion
I tried to love 'em, I couldn't show it, couldn't get open
They took my kindness for weakness, now I don't show emotion
These hands got tight strokes, you see them fingers workin'
Draw when I touch that paper, bring back my kidney moments
What a hell of a trip
Been goin' hard since I fell in this shit
Stepped in a tunnel, Beanz here, you could tell 'em it's lit
I've got the water for you whales, keen to sell 'em this shit
I been around killers, slingers, felons and shit
So, um, don't you get out of line
You're best to play your part
These cold-bloods don't got no problem turnin' your day to dark
I change my attitude next year, made a start
They killin' this rap game, I call it slayin' art
You gotta pay the cost
They told me not to stop until I got to eighty bars
Cut that check or pass me on Power 1-0-5
Funk that flex, we had connections, now that ain't a lie
Off that sex you couldn't survive a day in mine
Killin' all these rappers, never even had to bust that Tec, now what?
[Scratched Chorus]
Who gives a uff where I'm from?
'Cause, see, ain't no difference when I'm spittin' this
Been paintin' pics that dope, real life livin' shit
They couldn't, they, they, they couldn't spit, they-they-they-they
They couldn't—they, they, they
They, they, they, they
They couldn't sit with me since I dropped explicit lyricists, lyricists, lyricists, lyricists—