Where you come from bitch You’on come from shit You’on come from this Yeah I come from shit Call me comeback kid I’ma come back dead I’on come back rich Put that on my kids Put that on my bitch Bitch’on come from spit But the boy can spit Watch him talk that shit Don’t you talk no shit Tell errybody I sen’ mine Wonder why i’on spen’ time Wanna know why I’m M.I.A No reply written on my face I get my mad i’on get my way Middle finga’s at the end line Go head do it for the nth time Say we living in the end times Ain’t no better way to spen’ time It’s all borrowed; I spent mine Drippin’ and dippin’ in sauce Live like uh boss Bought me a crib wit uh loft The way I’m living it cost Never would thought I would be living this large All of the shit that I lost I’m uh keep smoking exhaust Sniffin’ the soft; chiefin’ the raw Chip it, ship it; pitchin’ it off; f*ck all my opps Niggas be reachin’; watch how you speakin’ Talkin’ ‘bout street shit; nigga you tweekin’ All of this geek shit; f*ck is you meanin’ This ain’t my first time; nigga I’m seasoned Where you come from bitch You’on come from shit You’on come from this Yeah I come from shit Call me comeback kid I’ma come back dead I’on come back rich Put that on my kids Put that on my bitch Bitch’on come from spit But the boy can spit Watch him talk that shit Don’t you talk no shit