Lyrics Where We Came (feat. Jay Stain) - Poshtherapper

It's like the bars wasn't hitting, fighting battles with yourself
Hitting walls demanding forgiveness, it wasn't all fiction
Ask my homie flawless how much work I was putting in just to be Proficient
My profit wasn't ranking doing 9-5s plus a side job on the side barely Living
Momma was stressing put up a tarp up
In the room to hide the holes all in the ceiling

Now we heading to the top, from the bottoms where we came
I ain't have to bang I ain't even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich in this game
Now we heading to the top, from the bottoms where we came
I ain't have to bang I ain't even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich in this game

But remember who the fuck you came up with
Niggas get some money than they do the switching
When they waste it all that's when they do the reaching
Like they Scottie Pippen with they hands itching
Niggas rapping with they friends in back of them
And they be acting like they wasn't practicing
Yelling every punch line that the homie say
You not a shooter boy so why you gun rapping
Trigger fingers boy you Gun capping
Boy you make me sick, it made me sick of rapping
Now I'm motivated by your lack of talent
You so fuckin trash, you got to use an accent
Money in the bank is where my fuckin bag went
Keep a basement full of fake rappers fragments
You not about this rapping this a phase for you
Little gang you with won't catch a fade for you
They'll forget about you when you locked up
Won't pay you visit when you boxed up
Told my brother Lyrik this is deeper than fame
When I die they'll remember my name
Write all my lyrics on my coffin engraved
They not bout they actions when it comes to verbs
They not one of one, they rather run with herds
Stain

Now we heading to the top, from the bottoms where we came
I ain't have to bang I ain't even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich in this game
Now we heading to the top, from the bottoms where we came
I ain't have to bang I ain't even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich in this game

Where they hanging now that you made it
On your coat tails steady asking for favors
Cut them ties like I'm playing with scissors
Give the cold shoulder till they soul shiver
Vicious circle so my wheels spinning
Keep a stern face while my smile grinning
I don't need the reaper I done mastered forgiveness
Yah niggas ain't ready for what you gone witness
Every nigga in my studio done learned some shit from me
Kept these niggas in my house hit record no fee
Where the fuck my praise bitch you got that flow from me
Where the fuck my praise when you got that verse from me
No capping I done did my own
From New Jersey cross the motherfucking globe
I lost a lot but gained my brothers
And my shawty heart made of fucking gold
They don't want to struggle so I got the stacking
Put these verses all in a staked casket
I got the vibe I'm a make it happen
Whether or not a motherfucker need to rap it on god

Now we heading to the top, from the bottoms where we came
I ain't have to bang I ain't even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich in this game
Now we heading to the top, from the bottoms where we came
I ain't have to bang I ain't even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich in this game