Lyricist : Asha Imuno
Composer : Asha Imuno
Give some to the kids
Give something to the kids back
Give some to the ki-i-i-i-ids
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ids
Take me back to where you really from
Make a bag for where you really from
You better take it back for where you really from
You better take it back to where you really from
I'm trying to get out the mud like a Jeep Wrangler (Wrangler)
4th wall broke **** 3 angles (Angles)
Quicksand came and they ain't save me but I still showеd love in a deep danger (danger)
Block stayеd hot by the crib, they ain't never came looking for me
I had my head in the book and a bag
I was focused on getting a good looking degree, and to the think that that's what I told 'em
Earned me a medal but kept a little metal with me
Cause me and the Metta relate
Remember I kept a lil piece with me for the Peace
A couple of exits away my nigga was making a baby, isn't that something?
Couldn't put bread on the plate
He had to go black like the basement
Nothing to something
Back to where you really from
Make a bag for where you really from
(Make it back to where to where you really from)
You better take it back for where you really from
You better take it back to where you really from
(Take it back to where you really from)
Make it back for where you really from
Take it back to where you really from
(Make it back to where to where you really from)
If you make a bag for where you really from
You better take it back to where you really from
(If you made a bag for where you from)
Where I’m from get hot as hell my niggas quick to attack
It’s way less talking where I’m from so I did some dirt in the past
Every time I make it home I gotta go with a mask
I remind em why they want Young Asha gone off the map
(Gone off the map)
I moved to LA and started fake laughing
Yea
Said she love my aura but I don't know what that mean
I picked up the metal before i skateboarded
Yea
Cause I need heavy metal keep that serpent off the team
If you be getting specific with niggas I know you bitch made
Flexing all them $5 bills, I know you made
My left middle finger look longer than M. Dikembe's
My left baby finger go up when I point to big bank
Chase it down with my bro ‘til we get it and split it midway
We can’t cut the cake ‘til my nephew got 10% mayne
We can't cut the cake ‘til my niecy got 10% mane
I ain’t made a mill ‘til my mama got 10% mane
Make it back to where you really from
Take it back to where you really from
(Take me back to where you really from)
Make it back to where you really from
If you made a bag for where you
