No Fear Common

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[Verse 1]
Sitting on stairs, in street affairs
Jordan Airs, he got at least seven pairs
His voice rare, talk with a mumble
Chicago Bear hat, quarterback the huddle
Call an audible of trouble came
His name Chris, black as his hustle name
Reaction to his chains, it's like a basketball game
Watch him winning, hope your team do the same
A menace, he O-Dog, Caine
Wish a nigga would go against his grain
Used to staying but moved up in the game
Take a nigga spot, take a nigga fame
The fortune of a caine, long live his reign
He do it for a son, he do it with a gun
Whatever he do, yo, he do it till it's done
A team full of hitters, so they hit and run
The priest don't even want none
Walk with the G's cause the G's never run
Something to be from the slum and be the one
This is where he at, this is where he from

[Chorus: Sample]
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"
"Where I'm from"