Where Im From by James Drainer Lyrics
(Intro/Hook)
Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
(Verse)
I grew up in California sorta close to the hood, just a white kid in the ghetto, never be understood, people look at my skin and they think it's all good, cuz I ain't the same color as my friends in the hood, didn't grow up in Compton, I wasn't raised in LA, but i've been around the block a few miles away, i've seen people get stabbed and heard people get shot, seen homeless on the streets and my homies smoke pot, bumpin' Tribe and 2 Pac, and we listened to Slim when life got a little Shady where i try and begin, tell my self im gonna make it until i reach the end, people a different color never even had a chance to win, i guess that's my White privilege, a few steps ahead, working for paychecks and im sleeping in a cozy bed, now, don't get it twisted my dad is a workaholic, momma always the one to supply me with all the knowledge, you can be like your dad or you can get your ass to college, either way James, you gonna make your life polished, can you guess where i'm from? city full of non sense, momma help people out and she don't even got 9 cents, just a heart full of gold, never being a foul, tryna find the happiness, this shit is getting too old, as i write about my life and the story is told I hope i make it out the ghetto without selling my soul, where i'm from!
(Hook/ Outro)
Im out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me x2
Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
(Verse)
I grew up in California sorta close to the hood, just a white kid in the ghetto, never be understood, people look at my skin and they think it's all good, cuz I ain't the same color as my friends in the hood, didn't grow up in Compton, I wasn't raised in LA, but i've been around the block a few miles away, i've seen people get stabbed and heard people get shot, seen homeless on the streets and my homies smoke pot, bumpin' Tribe and 2 Pac, and we listened to Slim when life got a little Shady where i try and begin, tell my self im gonna make it until i reach the end, people a different color never even had a chance to win, i guess that's my White privilege, a few steps ahead, working for paychecks and im sleeping in a cozy bed, now, don't get it twisted my dad is a workaholic, momma always the one to supply me with all the knowledge, you can be like your dad or you can get your ass to college, either way James, you gonna make your life polished, can you guess where i'm from? city full of non sense, momma help people out and she don't even got 9 cents, just a heart full of gold, never being a foul, tryna find the happiness, this shit is getting too old, as i write about my life and the story is told I hope i make it out the ghetto without selling my soul, where i'm from!
(Hook/ Outro)
Im out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me x2