Phil A Johnson

Lyrics

Where I'm From

Yeah, uh... South Side, where I'm from
Concrete jungle, we raise kings under the gun
B Sledge in the cut, we the ones
Takeover season, better run, son

I’m from the block where the blocks get chopped, ops get dropped
Glock tucked, young kings plot while the fiends detox
South Side Chi, 47 to the Hundreds, we run it
Windy City killers, but the summer get hotter than a oven
Potholes and police, dreams sold for a piece
Of that pie in the sky, but the streets want they lease
I seen legends turn legends to lessons in seconds
Bullets got names, leave you stretched in them sections
Multi-syllable menace, I’m the truth in the trenches
Pennies to hundreds, flipped it, now the bank doin’ backflips
B Sledge by my side, that’s the dynamic duo
Chi-Town terror, every bar like a head blow
We from where the L’s stand tall but the spirits taller
Hustle in our veins, turn trauma to a dollar
South Side scholar, street Harvard with the armor
Jay flow adopted, but the pain homegrown, no drama
From the crib where the cribs get raided at midnight
To the stage where the lights hit bright, still fist tight
I rep the Roseland, Englewood, the wild wild West
But South Shore got the heart, put the city on my chest
Hook
South Side, where I'm from
Concrete jungle, we raise kings under the gun
B Sledge in the cut, we the ones
Takeover season, better run, son

B Sledge, let’s get it, double trouble, no discussion
South Side construction, build empires from nothin’
I’m talkin’ multi-syllable, killable, unbillable
Flow too surgical, leave rappers in the hospital
From the porch where the torches get lit for the fallen
To the Forbes list, watch the South Side ballin’
We dodge them red beams, turn ‘em to red bottoms
Haters get mad, but the stats say we got ‘em
Chi-raq to the world, but it’s my world, I own it
Every scar on my mental got a bar, I’m the poet
With the iron in the waist, mind on the paper
Turned every L to a W, now the wins get greater
Me and Sledge, tag team, Supreme Clientele dream
Roc-A-Fella spirit in the Chi, know what I mean?
We from where the corner store prophets preach the gospel
And the youngins catch bodies before they catch diplomas, awful
But we rose from that,Toast to the survivors
South Side forever, middle finger to the outsiders

Yeah... this where I’m from
Not just a place, it’s the sum of the slums
The pain, the gain, the rain, the sun
B Sledge, Phil... takeover done
Final Hook
South Side, where I'm from! (What?)
Concrete jungle, we raise kings under the gun (Yeah)
B Sledge in the cut, we the ones (Uh)
Takeover season... better run, son!