Big K.R.I.T. - Coming From lyrics

[Hook:] Living life in the hardest city Understand where I'm coming from Understand where I'm coming from [Verse 1: Slim Thug] This where the gangstas survive And b**h n***as died Somebody from your block got, got, you gotta ride Where the b**hes suspicious that's why you can't trust em Pimp, steal, hell you might not wanna f** em The block is on fire, them laws want you locked Even if you pay the hustle they take the little that you got When n***as get shot, and it ain't no big deal Cause everybody took what even if they get k**ed It's hard to cry for 'em we're so used to it live everyday like it's our last It's like that n***a knew it Robbing and stealing, hustling and k**in' Serve that, I just smile, living with no villain Where they so tired of starvin' they'd rather be in jail They go home and after tell their kids they failed I'm from the South side of Houston, where everybodys strapped But I love my hood so I put it on the map [Hook:] [Verse 2: Big KRIT] I come from the rock bottom, trains and steel mills My partner f** school, he'd rather rock chrome wheels Babys been having babies like condoms they never made 'em Give them up to their parents cause surely they couldn't raise 'em Let the curtain fall f** the laws and the judge Sendin' n***as up the creek for selling d** they gave to us My grandma always used to say cherish what you love Cause God is comin' soon for me and you to take us up above They hollin' change here but I got bills due So pardon me when Imma eat and I don't feel you Just let me smoke my weed and drank upon this chill brew And reminisce on life when it was laid back and chill too I'm still pourin out for partners that did pa** But never pour too much cause I try to make it last Make do with what I got I appreciate what I have If you ain't searchin' for the truth then why you asked Mississippi where I'm comin' from [Hook:] [Verse 3: J-Dawg] I'm from the home of religion where they searching for a way Where they sent you far away And they got less than any but still got the most faith Home of the G's, land of the slaves Rest in peace and much respect to all my G's that pa**ed away And on that note I lost two more the other day Where the good die young and the kids duck strays On the way to school jumpin' over blood pools You can smell it in they clothes, its like the Devil's burnt through And they immune to it, how is this normal? Where the babies get burned and preachers call that karma See where I'm from they will tell us anything Like f** it if we crash, they just want us out they lane Yeah man, that's a motherf**ing shame And every gutter is the same, but different motherf**in' drain I'm from the slums, gorilla red off chromes (?) Where you better not come, rich n***as get done And the bricks b**h, ugh!