Comin From - Jim Jones, Sen City, Two

They don’t understand where I’m comin' from

And they don’t understand where I brought this

I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches

Keep makin' these riches

Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches

But you see us ballin'

They hear the screachin' on the pine

Drips up in this bezel hole

Fuck is on your mind?

I’m a keep pushin' new tags

Keep makin' these niggas mad

Strip club with a half top

Tell your friends to kiss my ass

They don’t understand where I’m comin' from

And they don’t understand where I brought this

I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches

Keep makin' these riches

Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches

But you see us ballin'

They hear the screachin' on the pine

Drips up in this bezel hole

Fuck is on your mind?

I’m a keep pushin' new tags

Keep makin' these niggas mad

Strip club with a half top

Tell your friends to kiss my ass

And I’m a keep up with that flow so

Keep tough with that potion

Nigga beats up if I squeeze up

Nigga beezed up when I’m scoaching

Now he’s stuck in that coffin

He’s G’d up and they lost him

He played like you ain’t but to be

The best wife is what he done coastin'

Now hear you niggas on platin

Mixing up my name

Tellin' me to come pop 'em and you bookin' up that brain

I’m pickin' up these hoes, got these chicks up in my range

My pajamas on that PJ roll, splits up on that plane

We go

They don’t understand where I’m comin' from

And they don’t understand where I brought this

I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches

Keep makin' these riches

Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches

But you see us ballin'

They hear the screachin' on the pine

Drips up in this bezel hole

Fuck is on your mind?

I’m a keep pushin' new tags

Keep makin' these niggas mad

Strip club with a half top

Tell your friends to kiss my ass

I got my cup in handie

Bitch, I need some Rose

Get your girl with that…

That lot all in my clothes

Lettuce in this bitch

My mix ain’t got no patience

Get money in this faces

Get us high but we racin'

Bottles pop and we shakin'

This is you without about two nations

And in my 80 freaky ziky show these blue stations

Come and get my man for

Don’t forget about them cashons

Show off in a demonstration

I’ll start my telling dalcation

They don’t understand where I’m comin' from

And they don’t understand where I brought this

I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches

Keep makin' these riches

Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches

But you see us ballin'

They hear the screachin' on the pine

Drips up in this bezel hole

Fuck is on your mind?

I’m a keep pushin' new tags

Keep makin' these niggas mad

Strip club with a half top

Tell your friends to kiss my ass