21 Savage is dropping a gritty reminder of his roots with WHERE YOU FROM, the opener on his surprise fourth album WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?, out today via Slaughter Gang and Epic Records, and it’s got that cold stare-down energy that makes you check your surroundings twice.
Right from the jump, Savage drags you straight into Zone 6 with that cold, deliberate flow over a beat that feels like a late-night ride through ClayCo: eerie bells, rumbling 808s, and hi-hats that crack like gunshots in the distance. Lyrically it’s pure street catechism: “Savage where you from? G block where they bum / Shit like Vietnam, gun smoke in my lungs.” He’s flexing the code in real time, never leaving the 6 like Nudy or Chubbs, robbing the flashers, vacuum-sealing the odor, and daring anyone to test the belt. It’s equal parts nostalgia and warning shot: the same kid who used to hide money in the mattress now stacks it ceiling-high but still keeps a Draco in the Phantom and hollows ready for whoever slips. The outro rant, breaking MacBooks and iPhones, is just the cherry on top, 21 reminding every internet tough guy that the streets never went anywhere.
The whole rollout caught everyone off guard in the best way. 21 teased it Monday with a moody trailer on Instagram—a sniper’s scope through alley shadows, cutting to him asking what happened to that old street honor he grew up on. Fans hit the pre-save hard on Spotify for the 14-track drop, and now it’s live, ready to stream. Tracklist keeps it tight: no singles beforehand, but reposts from Travis Scott, Lil Baby, and Young Thug hint at heavy hitters linking up somewhere in the mix. He’s been quiet this year, just that smooth feature on Summer Walker’s “Get Yo Boy” last month, saving the fire for this.
Man, 21’s timing is spot on. Coming off American Dream’s chart-topping run early last year—his fourth number one, no less—this feels like him circling back to the raw edge that built him, post-immigration saga and all. He’s evolved into this voice for the guarded, the ones who made it but never forget the cost, headlining spots like Dreamville Fest and stacking real estate moves off-mic. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS? isn’t chasing trends; it’s 21 owning the narrative, asking the tough questions while the beats bang.
Dive into the WHERE YOU FROM lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS? tracks for more of 21 Savage’s unfiltered truth.
| Lead Vocals | 21 Savage |
| Songwriter | 21 Savage, Southside & Wheezy |
| Music Producer | Southside & Wheezy |
| Distributor | Sony Music Entertainment |
| Label | Slaughter Gang & Epic Records |
| Release Date | December 12, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Slaughter Gang, Epic Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
| Phonographic Copyright ℗ | Slaughter Gang, Epic Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
Lyrics of WHERE YOU FROM by 21 Savage
[Intro]
Shit, When You See the Real Niggas Gettin’ Out the Way,
That Shit Is Dead, ‘Cause Ain’t No More Reason
These Niggas Try It, They Never Move [?] Everybody
Man This Shit Is Some Pu**y as Shit, Man
Man, We See a Nigga Like, Just Accept That It’s Over With, My Bad
First Nigga That Denounced the Street Stuff [?]
Street, the Street Still Dead
Savage Where You From? G Block Where They Bum
Shit Like Vietnam, Gun Smoke in My Lungs
Extendos and Them Drums, You Boys Don’t Want a Crumb
They Come Knock Off Your King, Then Turn ‘Round Get Your Pawns
Gen 5 With the Switch
Like My Nigga Nudy, I’ll Never Leave the 6
Like My Nigga Chubbs, I’ll Never Leave the 6ix
B**ch Don’t Cut My ‘Tris, You Ball Up Your Fist
but We Pull Up With Sticks
They Gon Eat if I Make You a Plate
Niggas Pu**y, We Takin’ They Pay
Out the Sunroof, I’m Swingin’ That K
Get to Waivin’ It at You, Like “Hey”
Pu**y Don’t Ask Me ‘Bout Metro or Drake
Play With It or Get Shot in the Face, Pu**y
Gun Shots for Everybody, Us, Never Them
Why the F**k You Think They Call Me Savage?
Any B**ch That I’m F**kin’ the Baddest
Never Been With a Nigga Who Had It
Then She Met Me and Now I’m Her Daddy
Zone 6 I Grew Up in the Madness
We Come Straight in Your Hood and We Smash It
I Like Robbin’ the Niggas Who Flashin’
if You Thought It Was Smoke, Nigga, Ask Me
in the Phantom, Just Me and My Draco
and These Hollows’ll Hit You in Clayco
I Done Brought Out the Quagen in Waco
Any Less Than a Ticket Is Play-Doh
She Gon’ Eat Up That Dick When I Say So
Ain’t No Love for a Rat, Free Queso
I Got Bakin’ Soda, Ain’t the Cake Though
Watch Show the Day and the Date, Ho
Lord, Forgive Me, I’m Committin’ Sins
Lockin’ Ls Like I Ain’t Win
Real Nigga, I Got Fake Friends
Lotta Ms That I Can’t Spend
Always Ready When We Can’t Spin
Ain’t a Corner That We Ain’t Been
Pu**y Nigga Say He Gettin’ Money
We’ll Catch Him Lackin’ at the Bank Then
Buy a Pint and Put It in the Soda
Vacuum Seal, Tryna Hide the Odor
Hit the Lot and Get a New Whip
I’m a Rich Nigga, I Go in the Motor
Millionaire, but I’m Still a Soldier
Whack the Shooter Nigga and Who Drove You
Big Pole Like the North Pole, but We Keep Poles ‘Cause the Streets Colder
You Ain’t Like That, Stop Cappin’
Make a Billion, I’ma Stop Rappin’
Bots on This Car, Got ‘Em Trackin’
One Slip, He Get Caught in Traffic
Used to Hide the Money in the Mattress
Too Much of It Now, I Just Stack It
Opps Funny Like They Tiff Haddish
Rock Out With the Stick, Lenny Kravitz
Pu**y
Rock Out With the Stick Like I’m Travis Barker
Rock Out With the Stick Like I’m b.b. King
(You Go Against This Shit Nigga, You Get the Belt, Nigga)
Rock Out With the Stick Like I’m Jimmy Hendrix
Rock Out on Your Coach, Rock Out on Your Team (Unlimited Belt)
All You Internet Niggas, I See You
All You Content Creators
Catch You Down Bad and Break Your Macbook
Break Your Iphone, B**ch Ass Nigga, F**k You
You Know How I Rock, Nigga
One Up Top in the Glock, Nigga
Fah
Southside
Wheezy Out of Here
[Interlude]
I Remember, I Remember When, Me And, Goddamn
You Know We Be Ridin’ Them [?] Cars and Shit
I Had a Cadillac, a Cadillac, Ehm [?] Sedan or
and This Nigga Thought It Was My Car, ‘Cause Every Time I Go Serve, I Used to Serve in That Car
So One Day, He Pulled Up, He Gave Me the Money
and I Got Out Like I Was Goin’ High Like I Usually Do
I Left the Nigga in the Car, and Let-
He Kept Callin’ Like “Bro You Better Have That Car, You Buggin'”
It’s True
