Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quan Allen
Songwriter
Lyrics
Heart pace when you know that there's a time limit
I ont be forgetting nothin' you did
Uhh
Cocked nine on me right now
I'll shoot it at yo frown **** pipe down
Uhh
I got my own son
**** talk a lot of shit
I got my own gun
Run up on him wit this clip and get to drummin' some
Knock his ass down
Where the fuck you from?
You know what it is
Where I'm comin' from
Flexin' on the King
Get you gunned up
Now this tec on aim
Red dot on brain
This what I do
This what I do dog
Fuck around wit me
I get to fuckin aim and shootin' y'all
Y'all **** is straight up hoes dog
Who is you?
I don't know y'all
Now you know where I'm comin' from
My adolescence wasn't fun
You know we had to pack a gun
Shoot at **** just for fun
So you know where I'm comin' from
My adolescence wasn't fun
You know we had to pack a gun
Shoot a **** for fun
You know anything I do is what I want to
Anything you do pussy you was forced to uhh
I got Glock nines **** what I'm gon do uhh
Run up on you now pop
Should've moved
Imma grown man
Don't play wit me boy
You made a wrong turn
You should take a detour
Stay down til I come up
That's just how it's gon be
You should pray to God if you ever try me
Now you know where I'm comin' from
My adolescence wasn't fun
You know we had to pack a gun
Shoot at **** just for fun
So you know where I'm comin' from
My adolescence wasn't fun
You know we had to pack a gun
Shoot a **** for fun
Written by: Quan Allen