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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Melvoni
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melvoni
Composer
Harry Westlake
Composer
Jason Phillips
Composer
Joseph Cartagena
Composer
Lawrence Parker
Composer
Marcello Valenzano
Composer
Andre Lyon
Composer
Jeffrey Atkins
Composer
Clement Dodd
Composer
Hyman Wright
Composer
Carlton Livingston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. WEST
Producer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(J West Beats)
(I'm from Brooklyn, ****)
(Melvoni)
I'm from a place where we fightin' to survive
A concrete jungle, where the demons come alive
Under the rubbles, where we live a life of crime
Where you gotta knuckle for your shit to not become mine
I live in an expensive city with no money
Where you gotta hustle and grind hard for every penny
Skip school every day 'cause there's some shit that you could study
You lookin' for a come up, if you find one, you be lucky
And if you do, **** bring you back down
If you gotta fight, fight, ****, don't back down
And no trust nobody, they'll leave you assed out
Let 'em know your body, ain't no going back now
In the night time, it's daylight, 'cause the light shine
Till ya eyes blind, you don't see nothin', you ain't see it comin'
Ever since a youngin' I was told I wouldn't be nothin'
But, ****, fuck it
I got a hunnid **** hating on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hunnid prisons waiting on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
I got bitches setting traps on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
White people callin' cops on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
Where you from? What's your jack? Who you know?
Whatchu' doin' over here? Better know how to act
Better not be movin' scared and you better know how to share
No frontin', it ain't nothin' for me to put you in the air
Seeing people make me nervous, so I'm clutchin' my pole
And that's just how I came up, I learned before years old
**** describe me, all these lights, I got the stars
They don't wanna see you shinin'
**** ain't a complainer so I don't wanna see you whinin'
I might step in with my Tim's on
Had to grow up faster, to free turn into a big storm
Rocket in my pocket got me feeling like I'm Kim Jung Un
Pull up to your door, and I'm like ding-dong-boom
And I swear to my mother **** could get smacked up
Even NYPD, came in and all his back up
I'ma spank a **** so I might throw on these black ups
Who you bank with, ****? 'Cause I'm looking for a come up
I got a hunnid **** hating on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hunnid prisons waiting on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
I got bitches setting traps on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
White people callin' cops on me
****, I'm from New York (New York)
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Written by: Andre Lyon, Carlton Livingston, Clement Dodd, Harry Westlake, Hyman Wright, Jason Phillips, Jeffrey Atkins, Joseph Cartagena, Lawrence Parker, Marcello Valenzano, Melvoni, Rojay G. Laboissiere