Put On
Where I'm from we smoke that tree, yeah ho you know we get
Lifted, lifted, lifted
Where I'm from, we paper chase yeah ho you know we gotta
Get it, get it, get it
I put on huh I put on for my city
Man where I'm from we after them dead presidents
Like john wilkes booth,
Cause we just wanna spend and ball like babe ruth
The porche top disappear, you hear that bitch go poof
She open up her legs watch my dick poke through
I live a fast ass life with no time for a pit stop
Blowin kush in public they tell me I emit smog
They can do something begin, but they too busy talkin shit
I make it rain, the money drips like a leaking faucet
I got a oz of that og tucked in my cigerello
I'm feelin really mello, higher than falsetto
And you can see the clouds like its finna rain nigga
I'm tryna get a degree from getting this brain nigga
And they say that I changed, but I'm still the same nigga
My head the same size, though my chain got bigger
Uh and I promise to stay the same
The only difference, is now I fuck with taylor gang
Where I'm from we smoke that tree, yeah ho you know we get
Lifted, lifted, lifted
Where I'm from, we paper chase yeah ho you know we gotta
(Get it, get it, get it)
I put on huh I put on for my city
Don't know bout you but I'm holdin my town down
Stay puffin that weed when I'm riding round
Still blowin that cloud out
Every line I sound out, is to let you know what my town's bout
Niggas tryna be down south, me I'm keeping it pittsburgh
Cheap and peas of that good herb
See them guys, see they cool me
But they not, cause I know they hatin
A nigga like me don't get mad, I get motivated
And there's no need to even ask bitch you know I'm takin
Trips to the motherstation
Shows in them large places
Big bills, talk cash shit, them large faces
Whole click hold big clips with large cases
I ain't wanna be stuck duckin the laws cases
So you do through with this rap due to a large graces, yall basic
I'mma hundred miles ahead, leave one of yall for dead
Smoke blunts to the head, and I'm only getting bread
Get some money with yall, count the city on lock
And hood money involved nigga
Where I'm from we smoke that tree, yeah ho you know we get
Lifted, lifted, lifted
Where I'm from, we paper chase yeah ho you know we gotta
Get it, get it, get it
I put on huh I put on for my city