[verse] [stripped-down, bouncy, gritty pocket] I’m from the Number Blocks, where everyone couldn’t hang, 18th & 18th, that’s the hood that I bang Know the faces on the block, know the papis by name, Had to grow up fast, couldn’t move like a lame From the porch to the store, we was posted with the guys, Watching older heads move, learning to recognize lies I could travel out the state, but that feeling never quit, Soon as somebody ask where I’m from Newark in this bitch Newark in my walk, you can hear it when I talk, That Brick City attitude, you can see it when I walk Number Blocks gave me everything memories and grit, So when I say where I’m from remember Newark in this bitch 18th St nights, hear the cars creeping slow, And the older ones outside taught us things we ain’t know Like how to how make money on a day that’s slow All you need is some “Shhh” a pot and a stove I remember certain faces, certain houses, certain days, Certain friends I still think about whenever I’m away That block gave me my voice, gave me my heart and all Never fold as a man you always stand tall and if you getting jumped put ya back on the wall That’s the type of lesson that’ll stay with you through it all. 18th & 18th, yeah, that’s where I got my start, Number Blocks in my blood, Newark living in my heart [chorus] Ohhh, Newark in my heart, No matter where I gooo, Number Blocks forever, That’s the only home I know Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy, Jerseyyyyy.
