Lyrics Where You From - God Body Bingo

Ayo Bin$on got the drip
Hey
From the Mo to the 4, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
Bingo from the North Pole, where it gets cold, welcome to the snow
Lead my team to the bowl, need the rings, need the gold
From the Mo to the 4, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
Nawfside Acres Homes, never seen a side of town I couldn't go
Lead my team to the bowl, need the rings, need the gold

Hey, watch the best of both worlds collide
Where you from? Gon' and rep your side
I'm from the nawf where no love is lost, if that line gets crossed ain't no letting it slide
See I was taught that the world a ghetto and it comes with rules by which we abide
Got it locked, working like a clock, don't no moves get made until we decide
Lion-hearted, yeah, I lead the pride like Mufasa, please approach me proper, we just trying to prosper
Not the type to start a problem, only want to solve them, moving like a mobster
Vision like I run the point, couple plays ahead, peeped it no binoculars
Left my patience in my past life, we can't make it happen unless the math right
I can't play about this paper, got to get the cash right, get the bag right
And my gal a gangsta, she don't play about me, so you bird bitches better act right
She was born in the 4, raised in the Mo, she done seen both sides
Ain't no question if she gon' ride, at your neck like a bowtie
I'm on Antoine if you're looking for me, I've been in The Wood since the second grade
Pops would roll me around the hood, let me know I had it good when them blessings Came
Free my brother out the cage, who reps Acres Homes harder than my sibling?
He gets back, it's straight to business, gots to get it for your children
Nawfside!

From the Mo to the 4, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
Bingo from the North Pole, where it gets cold, welcome to the snow
Lead my team to the bowl, need the rings, need the gold
From the Mo to the 4, yeah, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
O. Jones from the Mo, top 2 and not 2, that's fasho
Lead my team to the bowl, summer runners run the globe

Top 2 and not 2, but they knew that (I am), put on for the Mo like a durag (I do)
Yeah, I'm from the south homie screw that (uh huh)
I'm posted with Dade, where the deuce at (Hey Nick)
Was born in the mud where they do that (I am)
I'm poppin the Saint, she say "who dat" (Who dat)
How you ready for war, where your troops at (where they at), draco hold a hundred nigga get back (Doot doot)
I'm banging the C and I'm with some blue devils, I keep me some shooters like they play at Cameron (You get it?)
The Mo out to Vegas, I'm in all black like the Raiders, she wants to fuck
I can't date her (Uh uh)
I'm 'bout my bucks like I'm Brady, the 40 I'm toting, it comes with a 30, together I think that they're dating (Uh huh)
They know I'm first and not last, this ain't First Take
WE ain't got to debate it (No Stephen A.)
They hit my line for a play, it ain't stationed, Briar Gate shit, we was trapping out of vacants (We was)
School told me to be patient (We are), shit, I'm trying to pace it
Banging the blue like I play for the Pacers (Crip), I'm tipping fo' fo's out in Acres (I am)
My cup full of purple, no Lakers, two shots of Don, no chaser
On pace for a mil' but I ain't signed with the Chasers, it's Jones

From the Mo to the 4, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
Bingo from the North Pole, where it gets cold, welcome to the snow
Lead my team to the bowl, need the rings, need the gold
From the Mo to the 4, yeah, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
O Jones from the Mo, top 2 and not 2, that's fasho
Lead my team to the bowl, summer runners run the globe

From the Mo to the 4, this is Jay Smith
God Body Bingo, it's a whole lot of niggas repping the nawfside now
When you see them 4's get thrown up you already know what it is
Shoutout to Mo City, Oblivious Jones, Seventy-Two hundred what up
This is God Body Bingo, Off The Books