Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Humble Soles
Performer
DJ Clue
Additional Vocals
Tyre Hakim
Performer
RJAE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyre Hakim
Composer
Ramon Hodges
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Royce David
Producer
Ambezza
Producer
Tommy Parker
Producer
James Gyerman
Recording Engineer
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer
Sam Mikhak
Assistant Recording Engineer
Augusto Sanchez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Been through the storm with it
We done been through so much, it just
This is greatness and
This how legends are made
Aye Royce, you did it right here
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm from the land of the gutter where ****'ll kill they brother
Do shady shit to they mans and serve crack to they mothers
And I come straight from the slums, with guns, where they don't love us
Police catch a body, get off, they know the judges
Yeah, over here they not your savior, you get lined up like a taper
Just for lying on your neighbor, got a water full of gators, if you
Mixing pineapple Fanta full of Perc, look like a Laker
I was sitting in the trap, they shaved the crack down with a razor
[Verse 2]
Bust you in your super dome, like is you retarded or something?
**** poppin' off shots, is this a part of the function?
Put the switches on the Glock, when it's shot, it sounds like it's stuttering
The cops come out on the block and I don't know nothing
That's why the murder rates in the summer change, been ducking twelve in hurricanes
Was bleeding out for hours in Nicki house till my mother came
And wrapped me in that towel
And asked me why I'm stressing
I been using tools to stretch it, ain't have a youthful adolescence, ****
[Chorus]
Yeah, two different worlds, same pain
A tale of two legends and how we maintain
Only the strong survive
I'm just doing what I do, it ain't no wrong or right, no
Two different worlds, same pain
Two different tales, same page
We been through hell but that's how legends are made
So to be honest, I think it's better this way
[Verse 3]
South side made me, I'm Kanye crazy
I'm a '90s baby, I know nothing 'bout the '80s
All about my paper, I'm like, "Fuck you, pay me"
I'm a businessman, I got the blueprint from Jay-Z
Bro, I was born inside the 9
Not too far from where Slim died
Where the hot boys thrive, so can a hot boy shine?
Bitch, I spit gasoline, let me enlight these rhymes
And set your stupid ass on fire, don't go no plans to retire
And all that fake stuff rapping shit burnt out like SRT tires
We in need of something new, so here I am, I'm from the boot
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I'm from the land, it's like a zoo, I keep a fan, so play it cool
I'm not a fan of none of you, I went and ran with what I knew
Chi-town, we don't call it Chi-raq
**** dying where I'm at, hearing sirens back to back
**** killed my dog, I told 'em when we find 'em, it's a wrap
Put my heart in all these songs, I told you **** I don't rap, no
[Chorus]
Two different worlds, same pain
Two different tales, same page
We been through hell but that's how legends are made
So to be honest, I think it is better this way
[Outro]
Legendary shit
Roc La Familia
Puma
You know the v-
Written by: Ramon Hodges, Tyre Hakim

