[Verse 1:] Sitting on stairs, in street affairs Jordan Airs, he got at least seven pairs His voice rare, talk with a mumble Chicago Bearhead, caught up at the huddle Call an audible of trouble came His name Chris, black as his hustle name Raction 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 n***a would go against his grain Used to staying but moved up in the game Take a n***a spot, take a n***a 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 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 [Hook:] Where I'm from [x16] [Verse 2:] Living life with no fear Putting that truth in my baby girl's ear Told her that dudes gon' want some a** And whatever you do, do it with cla** 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 p**y 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 Find it forever be, the sun never set on me Many reign, but the game never weather me If I'm in the building that mean I got equity Where articles are black like Ebony Since I was a shorty I was thinking long charity No fear, I say that with levity [Hook]