There's something about where I come from that makes me want to act up.

I pray to God this bullet inside me don't rust.

For once, I didn't start, but blast back with some months.

Mr. D taught me how to sell my name.

teaching me about the hustling game.

Said if Pep sends a text waiting for me on Louvre, better stop being cocky, move a little bit sooner.

I ran a long place to bet, how can I go wrong?

If I ever left the West, this is my comeback song.

Cause I want to live my life and see my homies ride.

Slide next to me soon as I get my outside.

Perfect weather.

See a chick say hi and then she says whatever Then you better thank God that you made it this far Now go and holler at a crow, who's as old as you are?

Chevy's up high, spokes getting twisted, trying to keep the steering wheel straight when it's lifted.

I swear I've been dipping, missing them potholes.

Down to thinking God for my life, bro.

So where you from?

Kobe or Griffin?

Everybody from LA, so nobody be trippin'.

So where you from?

Show me your set.

Fool, if you got no hood, say we're free with your next.

The data's spinning, Chrome signing up to Chevy and Parler.

Riding solo in a Lolo, you can see that we ballers.

Representing where you from, represent where you live.

Born and bred in the my life as a kid.

Toro, Sinatra, got my name and game from the streets.

With a God-given talent, just a bang on a beat.

Someone unique who can't seem to get along with the law.

I guess the OG and the clutch always gets me to call.

Nothing but love, it don't matter in the city we in.

We're connected.

It's a blessing when you're born.

It's a game time.

This is classic.

Eternal rhymes covered in gold.

From the city to the valley, anywhere that we go.

Chevy's up high, spokes getting twisted.

Trying to keep the steering wheel straight when it's lifted.

Swerving, dipping, missing them potholes Down to thinking God for my life, bro

So where you from?

Call me a griffin'.

Everybody from L.A.

So nobody be drippin'.

So where you from?

Show me your set fool.

If you got no hoods, say we're free where you're next to.

9-3-1-0-3, gangsters, baby.

Fuzzy.

Ripple.

Sad boy loco.

Traviesos gang, baby.