Nessly - Put On lyrics

rate me

Where I'm from we smoke that tree, yeah ho you know we get

(lifted, lifted, lifted)

Where I'm from, we paper chase yeah ho you know we gotta

(get it, get it, get it)

I put on huh I put on for my city

man where I'm from we after them dead presidents

like john wilkes booth,

cause we just wanna spend and ball like babe ruth

the porche top disappear, you hear that bitch go poof

she open up her legs watch my dick poke through

I live a fast ass life with no time for a pit stop

blowin kush in public they tell me I emit smog

they can do something begin, but they too busy talkin shit

I make it rain, the money drips like a leaking faucet

I got a oz of that og tucked in my cigerello

I'm feelin really mello, higher than falsetto

and you can see the clouds like its finna rain nigga

I'm tryna get a degree from getting this brain nigga

and they say that I changed, but I'm still the same nigga

my head the same size, though my chain got bigger

(uh) and I promise to stay the same

the only difference, is now I fuck with taylor gang

Where I'm from we smoke that tree, yeah ho you know we get

(lifted, lifted, lifted)

Where I'm from, we paper chase yeah ho you know we gotta

(get it, get it, get it)

I put on huh I put on for my city

don't know bout you but I'm holdin my town down

stay puffin that weed when I'm riding round

still blowin that cloud out

every line I sound out, is to let you know what my town's bout

niggas tryna be down south, me I'm keeping it pittsburgh

cheap and peas of that good herb

see them guys, see they cool me

but they not, cause I know they hatin

a nigga like me don't get mad, I get motivated

and there's no need to even ask bitch you know I'm takin

trips to the motherstation

shows in them large places

big bills, talk cash shit, them large faces

whole click hold big clips with large cases

I ain't wanna be stuck duckin the laws cases

so you do through with this rap due to a large graces, yall basic

I'mma hundred miles ahead, leave one of yall for dead

smoke blunts to the head, and I'm only getting bread

get some money with yall, count the city on lock

and hood money involved (nigga)

Where I'm from we smoke that tree, yeah ho you know we get

(lifted, lifted, lifted)

Where I'm from, we paper chase yeah ho you know we gotta

(get it, get it, get it)

I put on huh I put on for my city