Where I’m From Songtext
von Get Open
Where I’m From Songtext
Yeah, yeah
Where I′m from
G.E.T
'Cause where I′m from they always got your back
L.E.S. the foundation, New York where you at?
NYC 1980 and festival crack
Street cats taught me well, had to adapt
Love and respect, did we forget that?
In 2020 my vision always to give back
Put in the time, grind to refine your craft
Capital top of the line like paragraph
La-di-da-di was the first page
Lost my French accent at a early age
Kids making fun of me, hoods kept sonning me
Wanna keep my lunch money, shorty had to find the key
Music and hip-hop, yeah they changed my life
Mom and pops gave me the light, uh
Push to create and educate to elevate the mindset
Money well spent
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, 'cause where I′m from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I′m from
Pocket like the paper fold
Making money on the manifold
Stay gold, grow old but remain bold
I been told, kung fu grip tight hold
Ice cold, it's like a battlefield
Firearms, body shields
If you call it how you see it then you know the deal
From the boogie in the city where it all jump
Spray cans, handstand to a bass thump
Hard rocks, b-boys on the beatbox
There I am born and bred loving hip-hop
Fuck ′em all, it's your ball and your word here
Front street get too hot for you to stand near
Ain′t that a bitch at the door never play fair
All they talking 'bout is bullshit and fanfare
From what I hear where you live got all the same shit
Until you getting out, that′s why we don't quit
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, ′cause where I′m from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I'm from
Uptown, Sugar Hill, 45th and Riverside
Sunny days, Harlem nights, afro picks and black pride
Light skin, nappy hair, black boy with janky eyes
Called me yellow, picking fights, told me that I talk white
Sorry, know what′s right, home life was mad tight
Loving fam had a plan, raise a boy into a man
Beef with pops, beef with cops, not for selling crack rocks
Got locked five times, good kid, hard times
Couldn't cry, turn to rhymes, air it out
Loud and proud, didn′t fight, always win
Knew the outcome going in
Fear in heart, not with chin
Add it up and make a blend
Balance out the yang and yin
Plant a seed, grow again
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, ′cause where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, ′cause where I′m from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I′m from
G.E.T
'Cause where I′m from they always got your back
L.E.S. the foundation, New York where you at?
NYC 1980 and festival crack
Street cats taught me well, had to adapt
Love and respect, did we forget that?
In 2020 my vision always to give back
Put in the time, grind to refine your craft
Capital top of the line like paragraph
La-di-da-di was the first page
Lost my French accent at a early age
Kids making fun of me, hoods kept sonning me
Wanna keep my lunch money, shorty had to find the key
Music and hip-hop, yeah they changed my life
Mom and pops gave me the light, uh
Push to create and educate to elevate the mindset
Money well spent
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, 'cause where I′m from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I′m from
Pocket like the paper fold
Making money on the manifold
Stay gold, grow old but remain bold
I been told, kung fu grip tight hold
Ice cold, it's like a battlefield
Firearms, body shields
If you call it how you see it then you know the deal
From the boogie in the city where it all jump
Spray cans, handstand to a bass thump
Hard rocks, b-boys on the beatbox
There I am born and bred loving hip-hop
Fuck ′em all, it's your ball and your word here
Front street get too hot for you to stand near
Ain′t that a bitch at the door never play fair
All they talking 'bout is bullshit and fanfare
From what I hear where you live got all the same shit
Until you getting out, that′s why we don't quit
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, ′cause where I′m from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I'm from
Uptown, Sugar Hill, 45th and Riverside
Sunny days, Harlem nights, afro picks and black pride
Light skin, nappy hair, black boy with janky eyes
Called me yellow, picking fights, told me that I talk white
Sorry, know what′s right, home life was mad tight
Loving fam had a plan, raise a boy into a man
Beef with pops, beef with cops, not for selling crack rocks
Got locked five times, good kid, hard times
Couldn't cry, turn to rhymes, air it out
Loud and proud, didn′t fight, always win
Knew the outcome going in
Fear in heart, not with chin
Add it up and make a blend
Balance out the yang and yin
Plant a seed, grow again
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, ′cause where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I'm from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Yeah, ′cause where I′m from
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or your drug trade
A home that the street made
Ghetto America
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
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