Where I'm From
Dutch & Spade Lyrics
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Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas politic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
The lyrics to Dutch & Spade's "Where I'm From" paint a picture of an environment in which the inhabitants live amongst violence, poverty, and crime. The song opens with the vocalization of affirmation and self-assurance before diving into an explanation of the harsh reality of the world they come from. They highlight the fact that from where they come, news cameras never come, and the environment is rife with drug deals and violence. They explain how niggas vanish every summer, and the cops come rolling in to curb the drug activity, and when they do, the drug dealers flee.
The song continues to describe the reality of their world through verses that highlight the inevitability of conflict and the hustling mentality that drives people to do whatever it takes to survive. The chorus hammers home the point that where they are from, there is no such thing as a safe environment. The third and final verse paints a picture of the music industry and how street life has infiltrated it. The lyrics describe how they make millions off of beats, and their stories are deep. They explain how they will do whatever it takes to protect themselves, even if it means taking someone else's life.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
I come from a place where people live in fear of constant violence, but the media never bothers to cover it.
Where the grams is slung, n****s vanish every summer
People disappear every summer due to drug violence.
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
I come from a place where people have to hide from the police.
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
Our goal was to gather enough money to leave the dangerous area.
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
I sold drugs to make quick money and escape poverty and violence.
I don't know what the f*** they thought, those n*****s is foul just like us
I don't understand why people from my neighborhood would trust criminals from uptown, considering the fact that we are both violent.
Where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
The summer violence is inevitable and unforgettable.
And n****s is praying to god so long that they Atheist
People have lost faith or are skeptical of religion because of the constant violence and struggle they face.
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
The future is uncertain and people can't assume they will survive by wearing a bulletproof vest another day.
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
People have such a low life expectancy because of the violence that they have to prepare their wills by the age of 18.
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
People gain respect in my community by showing that they are not afraid to commit murder.
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
The area I grew up in is tough and dangerous.
I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
I come from a place where people use drugs and abandon religion to turn to hip-hop for inspiration.
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
People lost their faith in God and replaced it with the worship of rap artists.
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
People lose themselves on drugs and are absent from society for weeks at a time.
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool thugs
People will fake kindness in order to get close enough to betray and harm others.
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood
Violence and betrayal are rampant where I'm from, and it's easy to lose your life in the blink of an eye.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JEFFREY B. ATKINS, IRVING DOMINGO LORENZO, ANDRE S. PARKER, DEMETRIUS KENNETH MCGHEE, LLOYD POLITE, ARTHUR GREEN
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Adam Gordon
Dutch and spade kill this track real talk... But cam body bagged the track on another level.. He couldn't be fucked with at that time !!
Adam Gordon
@BL 66 : Them Philly niggaz don’t play 🔥🔥
Crystal Chronicles
@BL 66 FACTS!
Wild Bunch
@BL 66 cam said he had to go get in he couldnt let them body him
Asa Jones
All Facts 🎯💯
Ryan H
Cams verse.... To this day gives me goosebumps. Now he walks around looking like a bowl of fruity pebbles!
Joseph Campbell
Nah my dude he look like a boss
chill-regular Trzy
That's a Philly Fact fam!
Derrick Sykes
Cam went crazy
Papi crypto craven
nah facts