Where I’m From lyrics

Dropped 40 for a Glock 40 that's a hood discount
That's an accessory gun, sesemy seed buns
For the beef y'all brung, y'all done f*cked up
f*cked with the wrong f*ck up
I've been a nut since pops f*cked moms
f*cked up in the head, I'm living, but I'm brain-dead
Life goes on and you don't need a psychic in order to read my palm
n*ggas'll get you first where I'm from
That's why I Creep on 'em, I creep on 'em, I creep on 'em
n*ggas play cool, put the heat on 'em
Make the temperature reach the highest peak on 'em

I said you don't need a pyschic in order to read my palm