[Verse 1:]
Sittin' on stairs, in street affairs,
Jordan Airs, he got at least seven pairs,
His voice rare, talk with a mumble,
Chicago Bear hat, quarterback the huddle
Call an audible of trouble came,
His name Chris, black as his hustle name,
Reaction to his chains, it's like a basketball game,
Watch him winnin', hope your team do the same.
A menace, he O-Dog, Caine,
Wish a nigga would go against his grain,
Used to stayin', but moved up in the game,
Take a nigga spot, take a nigga fame,
The fortune off the caine, long live his reign,
He do it for a son, he do it with a gun.
Whatever he do, yo, he do it till it's done,
A team full of hitters, so they hit and run.
The priest don't even want none,
Walk with the G's ‘cause the G's never run,
Something to be from the slum, and be the one,
This is where he at, this is where he from.
Where I'm from! [×16]
[Verse 2:]
Livin' life with no fear,
Puttin' that truth in my baby girl's ear,
Told her that dudes gon' want some ass,
And whatever you do, do it with class.
She wanna E, but to me, you gotta earn it,
You can't circumvent life, you gotta earn it.
It's the circle of life, that's why we're turnin'.
Yo, I hit a choir and a sermon, our messiah is returnin',
With a tie around my neck, a style around respect,
Know the smell of good pussy and the sound of a TEC,
They fire, drill, stop, drop and roll,
I popped out the cold hip-hop, that was gold.
The way of the road is our ode to the legacy,
C'mon, dawg, you know my pedigree,
Finding Forever, Be, the sun never set on me,
Many reign, but the game never weather me.
If I'm in the building, it mean I got equity,
Where articles are black like Ebony,
Since I was a shorty I was thinkin' longevity,
No fear, I say that with levity!
Where I'm from! [×16]