LYRIC
Where I’m from Han is the name
we gave to struggle and pain
Its river runs through our city
like it runs through our veins
To us it’s the one
thing above all things
Money love gods and kings
It’s whats driving us
be it ahead or insane
We sit shotgun to it Wishin
that it takes us navigates
us to a better livin
Its with us cramped up in the bus
subways our schools
and our buildings
Its what our appas pay
to get food for their children
It sits at the bottom of the pot
when our ummas got that hot
doenjang guk in the kitchen
On and on it makes us hustle on
For the money we
fight fall but overcome
Thats why we call it won
Han is spoken yet unspoken
We could be broke but never broken
It made my father work
the graveyard shift
and still makes
his graveyard shift
And thats that shit right there
What you call soul
is our city right here
From Hongdae to Bedstuy
were born from the same
pain shed alike tears
Some call it pain
We call it sarang man
Middle finger to the hate and the
broken minds that cant relate
And thats that shit right there
nuga mworaedo nae simjange
jarijabeun dosi
nal kkaeuneun achime
sori bamui bit right here
Some call it pain
We call it sarang’ man
Middle finger to the hate
and the broken minds
that can’t relate
Been rap supreme Guess
its only right how I tax a fiend
Been handing out styles no
that ain’t free The most
adapt to green without greed
I deserve honors lots of furs
and designers tucked
under wet vaginas
in Havana eating benihana
while I puff ganja Then forget
all my drama like
I ain’t got no fuxking problems man
this $$ keep piling in
Biggie said it mo money
mo headaches
Know he looking down like
Oh now you get it
Yes I do it’s best you too
I take the $$ from you
then invest in my crew
These chest moves
you couldn’t guess whats next too
I heard the night creepin up
with the next moon
Somewhere round next June
Somewhere we vex too at the fact
that these raps more
like vegetables to you
But im livin sweet
i got the juice Sip slow like
its lemon tea with gin too
Hot toddy served to me
with a nice mami Look like
Dej Loaf catch a body if ya try me
She so sexy got a deadly appearance
she dressed up and killed
herself in the mirror
Good lord help me
The massacre got clearer bet
she still believe in ya selfie
See thats that shit right there
Another j blown
in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and
gone put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames
and you broke ass niXXas
that can’t relate
See thats that shit right there
Another j blown
in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and
gone put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames
and you broke ass
niXXas that can’t relate
Good lord help me
hipgyeopjiman got haengbogi doegessji
Good lord help me
duryeopjiman got haengbogi doegessji
See thats that shit right there
Another j blown
in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and
gone put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames
and you broke ass
niXXas that can’t relate
And thats that shit right there
What you call soul
is our city right here
From Hongdae to Bedstuy
were born from the same
pain shed alike tears
Some call it pain
We call it sarang’ man
Middle finger to the hate
and the broken minds
that can’t relate
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND Rep ya hood
Don’t let em turn the lights down
we gave to struggle and pain
Its river runs through our city
like it runs through our veins
To us it’s the one
thing above all things
Money love gods and kings
It’s whats driving us
be it ahead or insane
We sit shotgun to it Wishin
that it takes us navigates
us to a better livin
Its with us cramped up in the bus
subways our schools
and our buildings
Its what our appas pay
to get food for their children
It sits at the bottom of the pot
when our ummas got that hot
doenjang guk in the kitchen
On and on it makes us hustle on
For the money we
fight fall but overcome
Thats why we call it won
Han is spoken yet unspoken
We could be broke but never broken
It made my father work
the graveyard shift
and still makes
his graveyard shift
And thats that shit right there
What you call soul
is our city right here
From Hongdae to Bedstuy
were born from the same
pain shed alike tears
Some call it pain
We call it sarang man
Middle finger to the hate and the
broken minds that cant relate
And thats that shit right there
nuga mworaedo nae simjange
jarijabeun dosi
nal kkaeuneun achime
sori bamui bit right here
Some call it pain
We call it sarang’ man
Middle finger to the hate
and the broken minds
that can’t relate
Been rap supreme Guess
its only right how I tax a fiend
Been handing out styles no
that ain’t free The most
adapt to green without greed
I deserve honors lots of furs
and designers tucked
under wet vaginas
in Havana eating benihana
while I puff ganja Then forget
all my drama like
I ain’t got no fuxking problems man
this $$ keep piling in
Biggie said it mo money
mo headaches
Know he looking down like
Oh now you get it
Yes I do it’s best you too
I take the $$ from you
then invest in my crew
These chest moves
you couldn’t guess whats next too
I heard the night creepin up
with the next moon
Somewhere round next June
Somewhere we vex too at the fact
that these raps more
like vegetables to you
But im livin sweet
i got the juice Sip slow like
its lemon tea with gin too
Hot toddy served to me
with a nice mami Look like
Dej Loaf catch a body if ya try me
She so sexy got a deadly appearance
she dressed up and killed
herself in the mirror
Good lord help me
The massacre got clearer bet
she still believe in ya selfie
See thats that shit right there
Another j blown
in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and
gone put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames
and you broke ass niXXas
that can’t relate
See thats that shit right there
Another j blown
in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and
gone put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames
and you broke ass
niXXas that can’t relate
Good lord help me
hipgyeopjiman got haengbogi doegessji
Good lord help me
duryeopjiman got haengbogi doegessji
See thats that shit right there
Another j blown
in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and
gone put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames
and you broke ass
niXXas that can’t relate
And thats that shit right there
What you call soul
is our city right here
From Hongdae to Bedstuy
were born from the same
pain shed alike tears
Some call it pain
We call it sarang’ man
Middle finger to the hate
and the broken minds
that can’t relate
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND
On a Kunst beat Sit back lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND Rep ya hood
Don’t let em turn the lights down
