[Intro]
Ya dig?
Seems like every time I come home I have to ask myself where home is

[Verse 1]
Coming out the opposite of West side, still bang 2Pac
Three dollar breakfast, Bond's is the food spot
East Van where it rain through the rooftop, puttin' out your cigarette and messin' up your boombox
Sippin' out a paper bag, old wooden front porch
Kickin' freestyles while the blunt pass back and forth
Old man with a shoppin' lot closet
Give em all my empties and a dollar from my pocket

[Verse 2]
He said the Lord comin' and he can't wait, so I tell him if he does it it'll be ok
Comin' out of Joe's Cafе with a cup of that mafia coffee
Where are my Italians at?
Drug dеalers think I'm moving on they territory
I guess they dug up the past that I had buried for me
And I have temptations but I'm not very Gordie
I am Vancouver; Edmonton, I am very sorry

[Chorus]
From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for whatever's comin' down
Or I will be a cover from whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask you if you remember how we met?
[Verse 3]
Bring it back to North side Edmonton
Hollow Crown Liquor
A little whiskey kept me warm through the winter
I used to be a prairie dog, now I'm getting with it man
All growed up in this bitch, city man
Used to have a shoe box, now I got a briefcase
Link up with my manager and talk about how these days
East Van on the cross, call it bad religion and it's hot as hell
Cause we always sinnin'

[Verse 4]
Comin' out the number 5 orange
Strugglin' with demons, hidin' my horns
Standin' on a gritty block, starin' at a city cop
He think I'm a gangster but I know I'm really not
Cool kid but when I graduated class I bought a car and started hangin' with the bad guys
One love for all the people I put on for
I throw it up for y'all until both my fucking arms sore

[Chorus]
From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for whatever's comin' down
Or I will be a cover from whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask you if you remember how we met?
[Verse 5]
Comin' out the backdoor of greenhouse
Sippin' on my JJ, cuttin' out a pom pom
Profit with a razor blade
Two halves crooked so you can see in one eye
Homie stopped in front of me, I am like "what up guy"?
He said he smelt a blunt, that ain't a good look
And if I ever wanna read he got a good book
Peace, shotgun in the whip
Message some bitches while the blunt still lit

[Verse 6]
Y'all on the side but the windows all tint, so I can see you but you can't see in here
The block hot but it cool in the coupe dude
I don't feel the flame like a fireman suit
Who, what, where, when, why, how he stay so cool?
Y'all need a plan B, hometown hate and they say we got beef
Vancouver bitch, I save on me

[Chorus]
From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for whatever's comin' down
Or I will be a cover from whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask you if you remember how we met?