Where I Be From FEAT ONI3 WIS3

WHERE I BE FROM” — Kantagion ft. Onie Wise INTRO spoken Where I be from… It’s a whole different rhythm, whole different drum… Gold skies over backroads, neon nights when we come… If you ain’t built for the pressure, you ain’t built for the run… Where I be from… --- CHORUS sung **Where I be from, we by the lake not the sea, What we be is strong cuz out here you gotta be. You’ll get ate up, popped twice, thrown in a pond If you don’t mind ya bizz and stop puttin’ me on. Cuz we ride or die, do or die, don’t mess with my lady or I’m takin’ your life. Where I be from… where I be from.** --- VERSE 1 sung Where I be from, we flip dreams like they bricks, Talk slick, charm quick, whole squad full of tricks. Money stack slow but it stack real thick, And the ones who stay solid always rise through the mix. Where I be from, we pack weight in the whip, Smoke dips, keep calm, never talk when we sit. If you speak outta turn, you might lose your grip, Cuz respect is the law and the law never slips. Where I be from, diesel smoke in the air, Shatter wrapped with the base, heavy scent everywhere. Gold‑and‑red caddy free‑wheelin’ with flair, 403 breeze hittin’ while a hand’s in my hair. Where I be from, we party deep in the bush, Sun up to sun down, whole weekend on a push. Monday comes around, whole town on hush, But the stories from the night always give you that rush. --- ONIE WISE VERSE Where I be from… I grew up on the shoreline glow, moonlight on my skin like a halo. Boys ridin’ heavy through the gravel roads, Girls dancin’ barefoot where the wild wind blows. Where I be from… We learn early how to move with grace, How to read every lie written on a face. How to love somebody who’s built for the chase, And hold ’em down even when the world’s outta place. Where I be from… I seen angels fall and outlaws rise, Seen truth get told without speakin’ lies. Seen Kane stand tall with fire in his eyes, And I knew right then he was mine for life. its where i be from its where i be from VERSE 2 I’m from a **hyper‑specific, mystic‑realistic, backroad‑logistic district** Where the **characteristics are gritty, ballistic, and culturally cryptic**, Where the **chevy‑lifted, heavy‑gifted, ready‑shifted** boys stay authentic, Where the **bush‑party anarchistic, stylistic, futuristic** vibe is systemic. I’m from a **territorial, memorial, rural‑warrior corridor**, Where the **First Nations homies restore your Ford** like folklore, Where my boy Hilly take your Mustang, **re‑core the door**, Have you standin’ there stunned like “I ain’t seen that before.” I’m from a **biker‑culture tri‑faction, outlaw‑reaction**, Where **Satans Choice, the Angels, the outlaws** all got traction, Where every faction’s action is a different kind of passion, And you learn real quick how to move with caution. I’m from a place where you can get **anything you want**, From **honeys to weed to the heat you flaunt**, Where the vibe stay wild but the loyalty’s strong, And you know where you stand if you stand too long. I’m from a **diesel‑burnin’, money‑turnin’, backroad‑learnin’ zone**, Where the **lake breeze** hit different when you’re ridin’ alone, Where the **culture’s carved in gravel, not written in stone**, And the whole damn county feel like home. BRIDGE Where I be from… It’s the nights, it’s the fights, it’s the love, it’s the lights… Where I be from… It’s the ones who stay real and the ones who take flight… Where I be from… It’s the stories we tell when the fire burns bright… --- CHORUS **Where I be from, we by the lake not the sea, What we be is strong cuz out here you gotta be. You’ll get ate up, popped twice, thrown in a pond If you don’t mind ya bizz and stop puttin’ me on. Cuz we ride or die, do or die, don’t mess with my lady or I’m takin’ your life. Where I be from… where I be from.** VERSE 3 Where I