Where We From Lyrics

You ever wonder where that pain go

Or that rainbow

You ever search for that pot of gold

I come from a place where the saints ain't go

Where the bottom cold

We conditioned to ride or down when drama rise its homicide

We just pray every night to a lord that we think we believe in

We ask him to make it home

Welcome to the trap with the gangsters

The killers and the mobsters

Hundred on the dash with no license

We put em to the race when the cops come

And we keep a Glock on the waist

We don't like the look on your face

You bound to get shot up

Got the nickel loaded and squeezing

Everybody around me ignorant with no reason

Ain't no trick or tricking, shoot up your board meeting

Or that ford that you and your boys be in

If it includes increasing the murder rate then of course we in

And blind fold em, pin em on his knees like boys to men

Here we go making dollars off of the porch again

Buying switches for our Glocks off the porcelain

All we know, homicide, demons, torture, sin

What would you do in this hell that they tossed us in

You ever wonder where that pain go

Or that rainbow

You ever search for that pot of gold

I come from a place where the saints ain't go

Where the bottom cold

We conditioned to ride or die, when drama rise its homicide

We just pray every night to a lord that we think we believe in

We ask him to make it home

We just ask that we make it home

Some of us do, some of us don't

Instead of taking the long way home

We'll cut through the traffic and we ain't ducking no smoke

It's a war outside no man is safe from

And for that reason I'm clutching this toast

Shoot first, ask questions later

That's something you should know

As some of you should know

If you don't take the long way home you'll get smoked

Oh, the war zone we living in, G.I. Joe

You gotta keep your heat on the pole only if you ain't low

Gotta keep the sea on the pole everywhere you go

Yeah, rain, sleet, or snow

Gotta be on the pole, let it blow

Yeah, everywhere you go

Gotta keep the pole, let it blow

You ever wonder where that pain go

Or that rainbow

You ever search for that bottom cold

I come from a place where the saints ain't go

Where the bottom cold

We conditioned two ride or die

When Drama rises its homicide

We just pray every night to a lord

That we think we believe in

We ask him to make it home