Where Im From by Malachi Grant Lyrics
Versus 1:(Malachi Grant)
I’m hotter than the cockpit, dipping through the flames
Got the petal to the metal, cause I keep on switching lanes
Malachi is my name I’m the same never change
With the devil on my shoulder saying—“Boy your insane”
Spitting wild flames they can never contain
I ain't trying to be Obama, I’m ain't here to bring change
I’m just here to be me! If they change, then they change
Either way I’m here to hang like my chains—Oh mayne
Fly all day like planes in a regiment
Cause I am that new kid riding like a veteran
Using common sense and elegance to show my prevalence
My flow is really celibate cause its gonna sell a bit
Felonies is all I spit, cause they say I’m killing it
Chorus:(Dunn Da God)
Where I’m from—there’s niggas that will murda ya
Your nobody –if nobody ever heard of ya
Where I’m from—where I’m from
Where I’m from—where I’m from
It’s survival of the fittest
Where I’m from—they always chasing money
Being broke is a joke—nobody being funny
Where I’m from—where I’m from
Where I’m from—where I’m from
It’s survival of the fittest
Versus 2: (Malachi Grant)
Kick it how I live it—now that’s boss shit
Green like Boston—get money floss it
Why floss it?—Cause it cost bitch
Don’t get lost—slick money talking
Listen in quickly—swiftly miss me
With the bullshit—I’m in the pool pit
I hauk chu—spit
Nasty—cool kids—they ain't never do shit
So why they keep talking like they did?
Bitch ass ness—defines they kids
They keep talking like they—is
On top of the game—when they—ain't
Talk a picture let it paint, These niggas ain't saints
These niggas ain't OG’s, Rolling with homies
Holding keys—ducking the D’s
My nigga please—you broke
I’m acting like money growing on trees
Chorus:
Verse 3:(Malachi Grant)
OG said “chill man you important, stay in school kid keep your grades real flawless”
So I did—but I also did hand to hand homie
Hand me a case—fix your face
Now give me a drink
With all A’s went to college gates
I work hard then I graduate
Fam—congratulates
Oh you mad, you hate?
I’m so hood—so good—so corporate
You so fake—so lame—you should forfeit
I’m ostentatious—the flows bodacious
Higher than a spaceship—I’m so outrageous
I’m flying in the wind—the sky that I’m in
See the waves that spin—
That’s the mind that you in
Now you understand why Malachi Grins
So can I kick it, can I really go in?
Fuck it, let the hook spin
Chorus:
I’m hotter than the cockpit, dipping through the flames
Got the petal to the metal, cause I keep on switching lanes
Malachi is my name I’m the same never change
With the devil on my shoulder saying—“Boy your insane”
Spitting wild flames they can never contain
I ain't trying to be Obama, I’m ain't here to bring change
I’m just here to be me! If they change, then they change
Either way I’m here to hang like my chains—Oh mayne
Fly all day like planes in a regiment
Cause I am that new kid riding like a veteran
Using common sense and elegance to show my prevalence
My flow is really celibate cause its gonna sell a bit
Felonies is all I spit, cause they say I’m killing it
Chorus:(Dunn Da God)
Where I’m from—there’s niggas that will murda ya
Your nobody –if nobody ever heard of ya
Where I’m from—where I’m from
Where I’m from—where I’m from
It’s survival of the fittest
Where I’m from—they always chasing money
Being broke is a joke—nobody being funny
Where I’m from—where I’m from
Where I’m from—where I’m from
It’s survival of the fittest
Versus 2: (Malachi Grant)
Kick it how I live it—now that’s boss shit
Green like Boston—get money floss it
Why floss it?—Cause it cost bitch
Don’t get lost—slick money talking
Listen in quickly—swiftly miss me
With the bullshit—I’m in the pool pit
I hauk chu—spit
Nasty—cool kids—they ain't never do shit
So why they keep talking like they did?
Bitch ass ness—defines they kids
They keep talking like they—is
On top of the game—when they—ain't
Talk a picture let it paint, These niggas ain't saints
These niggas ain't OG’s, Rolling with homies
Holding keys—ducking the D’s
My nigga please—you broke
I’m acting like money growing on trees
Chorus:
Verse 3:(Malachi Grant)
OG said “chill man you important, stay in school kid keep your grades real flawless”
So I did—but I also did hand to hand homie
Hand me a case—fix your face
Now give me a drink
With all A’s went to college gates
I work hard then I graduate
Fam—congratulates
Oh you mad, you hate?
I’m so hood—so good—so corporate
You so fake—so lame—you should forfeit
I’m ostentatious—the flows bodacious
Higher than a spaceship—I’m so outrageous
I’m flying in the wind—the sky that I’m in
See the waves that spin—
That’s the mind that you in
Now you understand why Malachi Grins
So can I kick it, can I really go in?
Fuck it, let the hook spin
Chorus: