Jay-Z – Where I’m From

Uh huh Y-y-yea Y-y-yea Y-y-yea (Brooklyn) How real is, this? How real is, this? (Brooklyn) Uh uh uh (Brooklyn) Respect this here, check! [Verse 1] I’m from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets So I felt I’m owed something and you nothing,… Read More

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