Ville is in my blood yuh
Pardon if my talk don't match my manners, I'm just hood yuh
Where I'm from that's standard that's on everything I love yuh
Someone told me xion you a flower, Time to bud
But first you gotta go back to yo roots, I'm from the mud
Where I'm from don't be a stranger
Streets is filled with black n milds n now n laters
Liquor stores we decorate cuz gangster is a painter
Talent all around me every thug could be a entertainer
If they wasn't toking bangers
Packin' heat and middle fingers
Sometimes I had to take the bus instead walking home
The ville wasn't that dangerous you just gotta know to speak the language
Don't be a walking stain my city full of innovators
Sometimes I might start to waver
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Ville is in my blood yuh
Pardon if my talk don't match my manners, I'm just hood yuh
Where I'm from that's standard that's on everything I love yuh
Someone told me xion you a flower, Time to bud
But first you gotta go back to yo roots, I'm from the mud
Where I'm from don't be a stranger
Streets is filled with black n milds n now n laters
Liquor stores we decorate cuz gangster is a painter
Talent all around me every thug could be a entertainer
If they wasn't toking bangers
Packin' heat and middle fingers
Sometimes I had to take the bus instead walking home
The ville wasn't that dangerous you just gotta know to speak the language
Don't be a walking stain my city full of innovators
Sometimes I might start to waver
Pardon if my talk don't match my manners, I'm just hood yuh
Where I'm from that's standard that's on everything I love yuh
Someone told me xion you a flower, Time to bud
But first you gotta go back to yo roots, I'm from the mud
Where I'm from don't be a stranger
Streets is filled with black n milds n now n laters
Liquor stores we decorate cuz gangster is a painter
Talent all around me every thug could be a entertainer
If they wasn't toking bangers
Packin' heat and middle fingers
Sometimes I had to take the bus instead walking home
The ville wasn't that dangerous you just gotta know to speak the language
Don't be a walking stain my city full of innovators
Sometimes I might start to waver
Writer: Zion Jackson
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