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trurebel migs - where i come from lyrics

[chorus]

you ain’t coming where i come from
been through what i been through
going where i’m gon’ go
walking that yellow brick road
oh no, oh no, oh no
my development is critical
go home, go home

[verse 1]

who woulda contemplated
my pops would pop off
and bust in my moms
and left her popped and lost
before her water popped
before her shorty dropped
abortion on her thoughts
of course she dropped me off
at grandmas spot
up in the projects
cuz she jobless
and her pockets
is spotless
no dollars
in sight
i catch him it’s on sight
thoughts if i saw him
i’ll box on him like time warner
with out warning
n-gga disappeared and i got lost and
i took off
i’m popping like pop warner
i stopped talking
pop up on your corner
i popped often
listened to pac and nas and often
i started rhyming
i stopped poppin’
i drop coughs on beats
(cough)
when i’m speaking ill drop coffins
rappers i mock often
rappers get knocked off when
they raping and pop off
how they love for drama to pop off
my n-gga stop it
yah n-ggas get knocked and turn informants
i don’t speak what you speak i’m speaking foreign
if you reaped what i reaped the reaper repeat forewarnings

warning (repeat)

[chorus]

you ain’t coming where i come from
been through what i been through
going where i’m gon’ go
walking that yellow brick road
oh no, oh no, oh no
my development is critical
go home, go home

[verse 2]

who woulda contemplated
i’m educated
simultaneously gang related
i dodged arraignments
and made arrangements
to make some changes that’s really gangsta
paved by the sanctums
of hand to hand engagements
of 5 to 1 rations
for 31 seconds
traded my sentence
for one20 lessons
plenty repentance
while you pending sentence
potential felons
to credit semesters
they say i’m blessed
and i should be counting my blessings
im counting the stresses
of living with tension
depression from
the mention of
my sister living in shelters
she less than fortunate
kids in a orphanage
boyfriend is often offin’ her sh-t
i feel like offing his sh-t
but often i sit
lost in my thoughts
i’m so far
i can’t offer her sh-t
sparking my spliff
plus this cognac i sip
reminisce
of days we used to bliss
ha ha i kid
i should have kid
a lil better me
i’ll plant a better seed
i better see a better day
which ever day is the day
ya see the end of me
yeah the end of me
will you ever see the end of me
you’ll never see the end of me

[chorus]

you ain’t coming where i come from
been through what i been through
going where i’m gon’ go
walking that yellow brick road
oh no, oh no, oh no
my development is critical
go home, go home

[verse 3]

will i ever die
am i immortalized
did i just prophesies
i contemplate how
my stars would line
i martyr the rhymes
from scars that i’m plagued with
bars from your favorite
would shard on your neighbors
pardon my layers
my heart is prolly in danger
far from your stranger
but hardly a savior
hard to launder my capers
and pardon mistakes when
my partners and cages
and hauled to the graves
or they still lost in the mazes
it’s amazing
i praise yah if i make it
sometimes my heart get filled with hatred
and i blame it on the anger we raised with
or the racists that separate us
and trade us for wages
i feel isolated
this is my proclamation
im contemplating how my name is in relation
to the d-mnist nation enslaved
got me caged in a rage
sometimes i drive in a daze
and realize i got survivors guilt
as i close my eyes and i visualize
a time where living marginalized
was actualized
surviving the times we struggled to find
sublime visions
need visine
my eyes dry i never cry
i died inside and left my n-ggas behind
i shine and left em blinded as i’m binded from the bonds to building lobbies
hoping you hear me properly
but prolly yah n-ggas won’t even copy
comprehend my intentions
to show you dimensions
f-ck honorable mentions
get we non collective
and narcoleptic
n-ggas don’t pay attention
said n-ggas don’t pay attention
n-ggas don’t pay attention

[chorus]

so are you coming where i come from
been through what i been through
going where i’m gon’ go
walking that yellow brick road
oh no, oh no, oh no
my development is critical
go home, go home

[outro]

know yourself
stay focused
before any two people
(phone rings)
hold on
yo
yo my n-gga i got some b-tches n-gga
you gotta come through
tell that n-gga to bring some bottles too
oh word
yeah n-gga
hurry up
iiight iight iight
tell him to stop by a liquor store and get some henny too
yeah
i’ll be right back

- trurebel migs lyrics

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