[Intro – dark piano + 808 slide] (Yeah, yeah!) Uh huh, uh huh Straight out the jungle with scars on my soul… Choppa flow, yuh! Let’s get it! ⸻ [Verse 1 – high-energy, double-time flow] Where I’m from, ain’t no peace, just pieces, Bro got hit, now he talk to Jesus. Mama workin’, tryna stretch them checks, Pop ain’t home, just pain and threats. Rats in the walls, roaches in cereal, Still got dreams that feel imperial. I was thirteen with a mind full of war, Grew up fast when they kicked in the door. Glocks in the bookbag, duckin’ the feds, Learned math from scales and infrared. Told my dawgs, “Don’t fold, don’t bend,” We was tryna eat while dodgin’ the pen. Ayy, choppa got kickback, step with pride, Came from the mud, where hope don’t ride. Now I pull up like, “What’s the vibe?” But I never forget where the devil reside. ⸻ [Chorus – catchy hook, melodic bounce] Where I’m from, it’s heat in the summer, Cops hit quick, but the opps hit dumber. Where I’m from, ain’t no room for fear, Gotta keep one eye when the smoke gets near. Where I’m from, yeah, we made out pain, Turn that hurt to a whole new lane. From them blocks, to a million plays, Still hear shots when the 808 bang. ⸻ [Verse 2 – flex + real talk combo] They ain’t know I’d glow up like this, Now my neck got frost and my flow got blitz. Took that L, then I flipped that pain, Now I got racks and a brand new chain. Still got scars, still got rage, Still got fam behind that cage. They said I’d end up dead or broke — Now I write verses that give ‘em hope. Run it like NLE, beast mode activated, Heart ice cold, but I’m still underrated. Said I wouldn’t make it, now I’m that guy, Made it out the hood but I still slide by. They don’t know them nights with no light, Just me and my thoughts and a broken mic. Now I’m in the stu with a whole new plan — Put the city on my back like a motherland. ⸻ [Chorus – repeat, louder & layered] Where I’m from, it’s heat in the summer, Cops hit quick, but the opps hit dumber. Where I’m from, ain’t no room for fear, Gotta keep one eye when the smoke gets near. Where I’m from, yeah, we made out pain, Turn that hurt to a whole new lane. From them blocks, to a million plays, Still hear shots when the 808 bang. ⸻ [Outro – dark piano fades out] Yeah… This for the ones that ain’t make it out. And for the ones that still tryna. Where I’m from — you either build… Or get buried.