Where I'm From (Explicit)-Mark Battles/Tory Lanez

It's Fly America (Mark Battles) See, where I'm from, ain't no tellin' what you might see Know a n***a that had seen more Knicks than Spike Lee 20 sack for the wiffey She get in the back cuz she diggin' the tracks and the tight beat Ridiculous raps, you niggas is whack, lyrically next to a hype beast Diggin' the facts and it's all free The game is a mess, so they called me I'm cleanin' it up, we sweepin' it stub Yo beast is a must till I'm boss D Dawg me, and I'm Beethoven How he slip? You leave the cage open Dizzy, stoned, a n***a stay smokin' Kept it real so my name blowin' Wayne Horns, that's my nigga, dawg Y'all wanna see him, have to get involved If I said it, I did it all While I'm spittin' raw, they're sittin' off Kick it off then get rid of y'all Did with loss, take it like a boss Danny said you gotta pay the cost She take it off cuz the way I talk I'm top of the line and I'm breakin' 'em all Creatin' the loft then get payed for my thoughts Trace it in chalk cuz I bodied them all Stuck in the past, dawg, you gotta evolve Now that we strong, they hating so hard Bully and ____(?), stay in the yard Makin' it large, hands in the air like they're taking a charge A bunch of 'yes men', and I'm not with 'em Not too much convincing, gimme five minutes Had an atheist tell me my flow is God given How could you doubt fire? Rest in peace to Rob Williams It's Battles! (2: Tory Lanez) 700, passin' joints like a Michael Jordan Ironic, I be with yo wife and scorin' Iconic n***a in that Black and Bentley And shout out to yo bitch, I fucked her accidentally Black on black, we pull up like somebody died Guess it's 'cause my girl Giuseppe game on homicide Photos of us, foreign colorin' like an Easter egg I can't even talk to Siri, I think she the feds Don't resort to violence, I just resort to islands I got some B*****s with me, bad as ________(?) Master and a bachelor, f**k her for your college I go to sleep and wake a winner, sunk and scorch the islands Fuck what they put me in this position Had to hit some niggas with the .40 cal And let them know I left in disposition With the trigger finger in addition Got the hitters with me like a job thang Pistols rippin' leave a n***a stiff And let the medics zip him like he gone, Mary Ah! The f**k are they waiting on?! Fuck are they waitin' one These money all 100s, my honey be stuntin' And that's what they f**k they be hatin' on This paper been made and you niggas be lookin' Like that's ain't the muhfuckin' way to go I ain't wanna be round these broke niggas That's what the f**k that I made it for