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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Common
Common
Stimme und Gesang
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter:in
Ernest Dion Wilson
Ernest Dion Wilson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
No ID
No ID
Produzent:in
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Josh Story
Josh Story
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mischtechniker:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

Sitting 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 winning, hope your team do the same A menace, he O-Dog, Caine Wish a nigga would go against his grain Used to staying but moved up in the game Take a nigga spot, take a nigga fame The fortune of a 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" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" Living life with no fear Putting 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 turning Yo, I hit a choir and a sermon, our messiah is returning With a tile around my neck, a style around respect Know the smell of good pussy and the sound of a tec They fire, drill, stop dropping roll I popped out the cold hip-hop, that was gold The way of the road is our ode to the legacy C'mon dog, 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 Wearin' articles of black like Ebony Since I was a shorty I was thinking longevity No fear, I say that with levity "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from" "Where I'm from"
Writer(s): Ernest Wilson, Lonnie Lynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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