[Intro]
(Khaliel)
[Verse 1]
From the pen to the streets
Straight to the hood, same day I got released
Dug up my money, one hundred forty G's
On the side of the house on 111th East
I'm a nigga where I come from
Niggas call me Scrilla where I come from
It's a whole gang of killin' where I come from
Ain't no tellin' who snitchin' where I come from
No parole, I'm free
Every day I used to duck the LAPD
Every play that I make is to motivate the streets
I got pink slips, deeds and LLCs
Rollie on my wrist, I just hit
Success is what it reprеsent
Still dressed up likе an east side Crip
Everywhere I go I'm on my east side shit
I learned how to drive in an '85 Cutlass
38th, first gun I ever busted
108th, first time I got busted
Eatin' spreads out the liquor store, I really come from nothin'
[Chorus]
I could talk about the life 'cause I live it
I could talk about money 'cause I get it
I could talk about foreigns 'cause I drive those
I could slide through the city with my eyes closed
I could talk about comin' up from nothin'
Made a lot of money, but I'm still in the struggle
I could talk about all types of street shit
And how niggas mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit (Yeah, uh)
(Khaliel)
[Verse 1]
From the pen to the streets
Straight to the hood, same day I got released
Dug up my money, one hundred forty G's
On the side of the house on 111th East
I'm a nigga where I come from
Niggas call me Scrilla where I come from
It's a whole gang of killin' where I come from
Ain't no tellin' who snitchin' where I come from
No parole, I'm free
Every day I used to duck the LAPD
Every play that I make is to motivate the streets
I got pink slips, deeds and LLCs
Rollie on my wrist, I just hit
Success is what it reprеsent
Still dressed up likе an east side Crip
Everywhere I go I'm on my east side shit
I learned how to drive in an '85 Cutlass
38th, first gun I ever busted
108th, first time I got busted
Eatin' spreads out the liquor store, I really come from nothin'
[Chorus]
I could talk about the life 'cause I live it
I could talk about money 'cause I get it
I could talk about foreigns 'cause I drive those
I could slide through the city with my eyes closed
I could talk about comin' up from nothin'
Made a lot of money, but I'm still in the struggle
I could talk about all types of street shit
And how niggas mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit (Yeah, uh)
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