Coming From - Slim Thug, J-Dawg, Big Krit

Living life in the hardest city

Understand where I’m coming from

Understand where I’m coming from

This where the gangstas survive

And bitch niggas died

Somebody from your block got, got, you gotta ride

Where the bitches suspicious that’s why you can’t trust em

Pimp, steal, hell you might not wanna fuck em

The block is on fire, them laws want you locked

Even if you pay the hustle they take the little that you got

When niggas get shot, and it ain’t no big deal

Cause everybody took what even if they get killed

It’s hard to cry for 'em we’re so used to it live everyday like it’s our last

It’s like that nigga knew it

Robbing and stealing, hustling and killin'

Serve that, I just smile, living with no villain

Where they so tired of starvin' they’d rather be in jail

They go home and after tell their kids they failed

I’m from the South side of Houston, where everybodys strapped

But I love my hood so I put it on the map

I come from the rock bottom, trains and steel mills

My partner fuck school, he’d rather rock chrome wheels

Babys been having babies like condoms they never made 'em

Give them up to their parents cause surely they couldn’t raise 'em

Let the curtain fall fuck the laws and the judge

Sendin' niggas up the creek for selling drugs they gave to us

My grandma always used to say cherish what you love

Cause God is comin' soon for me and you to take us up above

They hollin' change here but I got bills due

So pardon me when Imma eat and I don’t feel you

Just let me smoke my weed and drank upon this chill brew

And reminisce on life when it was laid back and chill too

I’m still pourin out for partners that did pass

But never pour too much cause I try to make it last

Make do with what I got I appreciate what I have

If you ain’t searchin' for the truth then why you asked

Mississippi where I’m comin' from

I’m from the home of religion where they searching for a way

Where they sent you far away

And they got less than any but still got the most faith

Home of the G’s, land of the slaves

Rest in peace and much respect to all my G’s that passed away

And on that note I lost two more the other day

Where the good die young and the kids duck strays

On the way to school jumpin' over blood pools

You can smell it in they clothes, its like the Devil’s burnt through

And they immune to it, how is this normal?

Where the babies get burned and preachers call that karma

See where I’m from they will tell us anything

Like fuck it if we crash, they just want us out they lane

Yeah man, that’s a motherfucking shame

And every gutter is the same, but different motherfuckin' drain

I’m from the slums, gorilla red off chromes (?)

Where you better not come, rich niggas get done

And the bricks bitch, ugh!