Where I'm From

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Mo ranti time when I dey squat for Ebuka house

Ni Ketu when it’s time to sleep ma fi egbe sori couch

Reminisce about the time we lived from hand to mouth

Only thing on my mind one day I must make it out

Whether na straight or narrow or by hook or crook

Mo ma jere ise owo mi

Build a crib from hooks

Mo mo pe o ma jina one day wetin God dey cook

Life my canvas painting pictures look

Hook:

I wanna tell my story

Come see the place I’m from

Mo ti n ba won fa kpoli

Grandma no be my fault

Hustle aiye o fe gbo Story

Na why me I dey bomb

Lati kekere I dey my ones

To the promise land we go ride on

I wanna tell my story

Come see the place I’m from

Mo ti n ba won fa kpoli

Grandma no be my fault

Hustle aiye o fe gbo Story

Na why me I dey bomb

Lati kekere I dey my ones

To the promise land we go ride on

Verse 2/Damon:

Mom I’m a smoker now don’t know that happened

Somewhere between ditchin computer science for rapping

Cappin’ the game was my aim when I came in

Look in my eyes, you can tell I’m not the same one

Cant say I never gave it everything the game wants

Word to my drive they never slid in my lane once

Only stopping for pedestrians some real pink promethazine

Till we in the mezzanine stuntin

my **** in the cut like they never been hunting

Paint you on the ceiling, they trynna Sistine something

The game tried to fill me with hate but I still love it

Now pull up to the curb, PDSTRN was saying something

Hook:

I wanna tell my story

Come see the place I’m from

Mo ti n ba won fa kpoli

Grandma no be my fault

Hustle aiye o fe gbo Story

Na why me I dey bomb

  

To the promise land we go ride on

I wanna tell my story

Come see the place I’m from

Mo ti n ba won fa kpoli

Grandma no be my fault

Hustle aiye o fe gbo Story

Na why me I dey bomb

Lati kekere I dey my ones

To the promise land we go ride on

Verse 3:

PDSTRN:

24/8 367 on the road it’s nothing new

Walk in my shoes u go stop dey tell me lucky you

Damon:

Cause I been on the road flipping turning 1 to 2

Mo sare many miles tell by these bloody shoes

PDSTRN:

16 missed calls from grandma where are you

16 bar loops when I shoulda been in school

Damon:

And if you think I\'m lost, too young to carry you

E ma binu ise lo so omo nu