Don Cutec — Where I'm From lyrics

Lyrics

I’m sitting up in the crib by my lonely three in the morning/
Killing the Hennessey bottle down to the bottom/
Puffing on the chronic la in the mood to lick shots from the nine/
Maintaining my composure meditating about my past motivated to blast/
Dust any fucking buster who want to see me in the fucking casket drop/
Before a nigga reach the top/
Where I’m coming from you better stay pack or kick rocks/
Inactive in expectations to be drop by a foe pop/
Getting dis by my own peeps the family black sheep living wrong/
Supposedly not long/
Fucking with me will get your ass bomb/
Nigga I’m Cutec the Don/
Rest in peace to all my young G’s dead wrong and gone/
Communicating from the other side with a nigga telling me to stay strong/
The Infamous
Lyrics are compose by humiliation, depression, pain and tension waiting in
anticipation for what’s next peep my situation
The Infamous
Lyrics are compose by humiliation, depression, pain and tension waiting in
anticipation for what’s next peep my situation
Where I’m from it ain’t no pity neither love nor hopes if you broke/
Crack fiends killing young G’z for they any means and bling, bling/
There’s no justice for a nigga if it gets kill by the police/
You better watch your friends and foes positions firm scrapping till' your
knuckles bleed/
So you won’t get your ass kick nigga a never trip/
Just watch your mouth and actions G before you get dealt with/
Cutec can be a real sick human been just like a royal king/
Carrying as a vessel the smith and Wesson for a weapon/
Watching' this fools and demons who using they evil souls to fuck up my
blessing’s/
Now you wondering why niggas like me catching cases/
Be aware of snakes who claim to be your boy with a smile in their face/
Waiting for you to fall so they can take your place/
The Infamous
Lyrics are compose by humiliation, depression, pain and tension waiting in
anticipation for what’s next peep my situation
The Infamous
Lyrics are compose by humiliation, depression, pain and tension waiting in
anticipation for what’s next peep my situation
How in the fuck you’re going to tell me this world isn’t racist/
When a nigga getting harass and fired from every job without any awareness/
Cous' my life’s hard because I’m dark/
A nigga dealing with a lot of rage/
Ready to explode anytime like a volcano in eruption/
Melting the bullshit around me willing for destruction/
Smooth criminal like Mike watching my back from fools who want to be like Suge
Knight/
Preparing myself for the revolution waiting to see the outcome of this
resolution/
In recession getting high with my peeps to kill the tension and depression of
our hoods/
While bangers terminating each other for recreation my nigga we truly living in
revelations this ain’t speculation/
What’s life about?
Shit, I don’t know peace