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
Called a 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 owed dog Kane
Wish a nigga would go against his grain
Used to stain but moved up in the game
Takin' niggas spots, takin' niggas fame
The fortune of a 'caine, long live his reign
He do it for his 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 prestone 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
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 the sermon, our messiah is returning
With the towel around my neck, I style around respect
Know the smell of good shit, the sound of a TEC
They fire, drill, stop dropping roll
I popped out the Cole hip-hop, that was gold
The way of the road is our ode to the legacy
Come on dog, you know my pedigree
Find it 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 thinking longevity
No fear, I say that with levity
Where I'm from
No Fear Video (MV)
Performed By: Common
From Album: Nobody's Smiling
Written by: Ernest Dion Wilson, Lonnie Rashid Lynn
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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
Called a 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 owed dog Kane
Wish a nigga would go against his grain
Used to stain but moved up in the game
Takin' niggas spots, takin' niggas fame
The fortune of a 'caine, long live his reign
He do it for his 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 prestone 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
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 the sermon, our messiah is returning
With the towel around my neck, I style around respect
Know the smell of good shit, the sound of a TEC
They fire, drill, stop dropping roll
I popped out the Cole hip-hop, that was gold
The way of the road is our ode to the legacy
Come on dog, you know my pedigree
Find it 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 thinking longevity
No fear, I say that with levity
Where I'm from
Jordan Airs, he got at least seven pairs
His voice rare, talk with a mumble
Chicago bear hat, quarterback the huddle
Called a 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 owed dog Kane
Wish a nigga would go against his grain
Used to stain but moved up in the game
Takin' niggas spots, takin' niggas fame
The fortune of a 'caine, long live his reign
He do it for his 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 prestone 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
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 the sermon, our messiah is returning
With the towel around my neck, I style around respect
Know the smell of good shit, the sound of a TEC
They fire, drill, stop dropping roll
I popped out the Cole hip-hop, that was gold
The way of the road is our ode to the legacy
Come on dog, you know my pedigree
Find it 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 thinking longevity
No fear, I say that with levity
Where I'm from
Writer: Ernest Dion Wilson, Lonnie Rashid Lynn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
