Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Quon
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Altstiel
Songwriter
Anthony Sarpy
Songwriter
William Gates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kendall P
Mixing Engineer
Lirik
And this place that I call home
I can feel the soul all in my bones
Hear it when I speak, it's in my tone
You know...
And this place that I call home
I can feel the soul all in my bones
Hear it when I speak, it's in my tone
You know...
I come from that West Side, which is the best side
You wanting to test drive? But this land where I reside
I'm from K-Town: Grenshaw and Keeler
Grew up in the 90's with the Bres and Divas
Learned the ways of the streets, from the robbers and thieves
Saw the OGs making the cheese, and never coppin no plea
The legacy of my hood was exciting to me
Chicago's forever home ,rocking science to me
But now I've moved on, getting my groove on
This here's my new home, residing in Vegas with boots on
Understand, I only been here less than a year
But my plan, ultimately, is retiring here
Hopefully, I get to build my future family here
See my kids growing up, evolve rapidly here
Take my career on a new level, gradually, here
Before I'm resting my head, and yes I'm happily here
And this place that I call home
I can feel the soul all in my bones
Hear it when I speak, it's in my tone
You know
And this place that I call home
I can feel the soul all in my bones
Hear it when I speak, it's in my tone
You know
As I carry the weight on my own two
Walking these Northwest streets and the vibe is zoo
Uh bank teller, fruit vendor, candy seller
And the women on the bikes and women in all leather
And the CVS will sit vacant
Cept for the kick flip kids and the ramps that they're making
And the brown bottle in the brown paper bag damn
Fenced off lot, with the sleeping bag man
To my neighbor with above ground pool
Got clean that mess out, yeah cuz it's fucking up my view
Thank you to my neighbor, bringing the hummus
Gotta clean the drain when it rain, call them plumbers
Big up my main man, Juan at Aztlan (Juan at Aztlan)
Carne asada you're making is just bomb (just bomb)
Head nods on the dog walks
Mundane in the frame till it pops off, Quon
And this place that I call home
I can feel the soul all in my bones
Hear it when I speak, it's in my tone
You know
And this place that I call home
I can feel the soul all in my bones
Hear it when I speak, it's in my tone
You know
Out west baby, 1436 North Lotus goin crazy
Block party central, BBQs going brazy
Hoop in the middle of the street, blocked off so the kids can just be
Reminiscence on them more times, a tear forms
Time pass like no other, it keeps going
But I still picture every night in my back yard
Trying to shoot just like Kobe, was trying to go far
Shoot for the stars, shorty with a vision
Blvecasso like Blue Line on Division
Grew up, knew I had to be a man on a mission
Cuz the streets could starve your soul if you was in em
Won't lie, tested the waters, I had to
Was enticing at the time, I thought it was all cool
Young man learning to play by his own rules
But please don't get twisted my igga I paid dues
What would I choose? The rack or my own life?
The city that I love put me into a dog fight
Age old story when you grow up in the trenches
But it made me who I am, and now I live my life relentless
The style just wild every time that I'm back home
Love my city, cuz my city gave me a backbone
Here to spread that light, baby come turn the lights on
How many features I'ma kill on these songs? Whoa
Written by: Anthony Sarpy, Matthew Altstiel, William Gates