What the f**, aye hold up.
You aint from Where I'm from
Where I'm from Ink is blood,
Run your mouth and then you done.
You should practice what you preach
I could crush you with my thumb.
I'm the prince, I'm a king,
I don't need them f**in guns,
All I need is f**in work,
All I know is go berzerk.
All we know is f**in hurt
That's why you can't f** with us.
What the f**,
aye hold up.
You can't f** with us,
What the f**,