[Chorus] I’m from the eight one six, just south of the city Lifted trucks, lowriders, plus some beaters that’s iffy Where cornfields meet pavement and we all blowin sticky We could meet at the park if feeling tough sounds tempting (8 one six) (south side) (yeah, yeah) (turn up) (I’m from the eight one six) (let’s go) (park meet? nah, we outside) [Verse 1] [M] Old school talk, I came up on that vinyl crack New school kid, but I still got that final snap Chrome on the hood when the sun hit the gravel lot Two-step out the truck while my uncle nod to every block Same old route, round town where the wheat fields bend Same old truth, if you act hard, it could be your end I keep it clean, but the whole crew grimy with it Town too small for fake, everybody know who did it (Hold up) From the gas station grill to the hoops at dusk We don’t say much, but that little look say trust (Huh) If the night get loud, we make the night get louder Six county deep, yeah, the whole vibe power [Pre-Chorus] [M] Window down, let the bass roll slow Names in the air and the whole block know One town pride, we don’t need no show When I say go, everybody go [Chorus] I’m from the eight one six, just south of the city Lifted trucks, lowriders, plus some beaters that’s iffy Where cornfields meet pavement and we all blowin sticky We could meet at the park if feeling tough sounds tempting (8 one six) (south side) (yeah, yeah) (turn up) (I’m from the eight one six) (let’s go) (park meet? nah, we outside) [Verse 2] [M] New school speed, got the phones all lit But I’m still on the curb with the same legit Can’t fake that tone when I talk that talk I got mud on the tires and a clean white sock Pack in the back when we roll through lanes Everybody wave when the convoy came Big cap back, little grin, no stress Tell the whole map I’m the town that’s blessed (Whoa) From the county line to the old ball field If you know that grind, then you know that feel (Yeah) We don’t chase smoke, we the ones they hear Raise your cup high when the boys come near [Bridge] [Old School Voice] Back when the nights felt long and the money ran thin We still found a way to win [New School Voice] Now we in the mix and the whole place jump Hands up high when I say that jump [Chorus] I’m from the eight one six, just south of the city Lifted trucks, lowriders, plus some beaters that’s iffy Where cornfields meet pavement and we all blowin sticky We could meet at the park if feeling tough sounds tempting (8 one six) (south side) (yeah, yeah) (turn up) (I’m from the eight one six) (let’s go) (park meet? nah, we outside)
