“Where You From?” is a promotional single from American rapper, record producer, actor, and activist David Banner‘s studio album, The God Box 2.. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

It features T.I., Juicy J, & Duke Deuce.

The official music video directed by Mr. Boomtown premiered Friday, November 13^th, 2026^[1], via David Banner’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The Banger of a Track produced by: David Banner, & KLC.^[6]

The song written by: David Banner, T.I., Juicy J, Duke Deuce, KLC, & 6 Shot.^[6]

Song: #WhereYouFrom

Artist: #DavidBanner #TI #JuicyJ #DukeDeuce

Album: #TheGodBox2

^Explicit

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“Where You From?” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by David Banner, T.I., Juicy J, & Duke Deuce:

Intro: Duke Deuce
Ayy, ayy
What the f***?
David Banner, n**—

Chorus: Duke Deuce, & T.I.
Throw your signs, show them boys where you’re from (Show ’em where you from)
Don’t get flow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em’ crunk (Yeah we Get ’em crunk)
Don’t give a f*** (Don’t give a f***), that’s where you’re from (What the f***? yeah, yeah)

Verse 1: T.I.
I ain’t no lackin’ in my mackin’, ask that h** what crackin’
Treat her like some extra escalator Cadillac in my vernacular
What’s relaxin’ her?
Put her a** up in the passenger
See, she know she daddy lil’ freak
I’m on penthouses and mansions, acres with my wrenches
Shooters for intruders, we ain’t takin’ any chances
So elaborate, excessive outfits be applyin’ pressure (Ha)
Her uptailin’ make my garment, and why my details so impressive
So dangerous, intelligent– been famous for my eloquent
Been addressing elephant, in the room– ever since
I would say something but I’m hesitant—
‘Cause one thing about a dime man, they think they know it all, can’t tell em s***
Misdemeanor– felony, who else but the king, b****?
Know it when you see it – ain’t hard to distinguish
Got-a-couple fine b****** tag teamin’
Microdosin’ a** in somewhere private, smokin’, laughin’ at my demon

Chorus: Duke Deuce
Throw your signs, show them boys where you’re from (Gang, gang, Where you from)
Don’t get flow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Grrrt, – drums)
Got the crowd, goin’ rage, get em’ crunk (Get ’em crunk)
Don’t give a f*** (don’t Give a f***), W-where you from (Where you from)
Throw your signs, show them boys where you’re from (show them Where you from)
Don’t get flow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, goin’ rage, get em’ crunk (Yeah, we get ’em crunk)
Don’t give a f*** (Don’t give a f***), that’s where you from (What the f***?)

Verse 2: Juicy J
North Memphis, b****, n****, welcome to my city (City)
You looking for a easy come up, you might come up missing
Get this money, all I keep is hundreds– you won’t find a fifty
Hold up, you won’t find no ones, I made it thunderstorm
My lil Memphis n***** carry sticks like a baton (Oof)
All they want is smoke, they get s*** poppin’ just for fun—
Ain’t no back and forth – this ain’t table tennis (hell no)
I might go on tour, bring the whole new Memphis (tour tour tour)
One b**** won’t do, I need two at a time
Back to back in them foreigns, look like a funeral line
Blowin’ gas in the Tesla – high as an extraterrestrial
I just got one request on your hater, hop off my testicles (N****)

Chorus: Duke Deuce
Throw your signs, show them boys where you’re from (Gang, gang – Where you’re from)
Don’t get flow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Grrrt – drums)
Got the crowd, goin’ rage, get em’ crunk (Get ’em crunk)
Don’t give a f*** (Don’t Give a f***), W-where you from (Where you from)
Throw your signs, show them boys where you’re from (show them Where you from)
Don’t get flow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, goin’ rage, get em’ crunk (Get ’em crunk)
Don’t give a f*** (Don’t give a f***), that’s where you from (What the f***?)

Verse 3: David Banner
Straight up out that mess – where our n**** pack them tools
And if we point them, we don’t miss, still something like a pimp
You just might fire me with your miss – n**** trip, big clip
It holds a hundred in that b****, we get to runnin’ in your s***, yeah, h**
We from a city where you rap, you play sports, and you sell dope—
we don’t tolerate no rats, so you gon’ die, you tell, h**
Big fish off in that water, something like a whale, h**
And all my n***** trained to go, and we don’t wanna rail road
M-I, crooked, crooked, I, crooked, crooked, I
P-P-I, self-made, D-Y-I, ain’t no lie
We treat beef like B-B-Q – D-O-A
Keep that fire – cop that back, bap, bap, bap
R.I.P. (from your side)

Chorus: Duke Deuce
Show them boys where you’re from (Show them where you from)
Don’t get flow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, goin’ rage, get em’ crunk (Yeah, we get ’em crunk)
Don’t give a f*** (Don’t give a f***), that’s where you from (What the f***?)

Writer(s): David Banner, T.I., Juicy J, Duke Deuce, KLC, & 6 Shot
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^{“Where You From?”}

^{// David Banner}

^{“// T.I.}

^{// Juicy J}

^{// Duke Deuce}

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