Written by Action Bronson
Producer and director: Chris Grosso
DoP: Bernardo Garcia
Edited by Carlo-Stanley Aguilera
Steady Cam Operator: Michael Della Polla
AC: Ian Garcia
Steady Cam 1st AC: Dan Sachun
Sound Recordist: Jose Villaman
Gaffer/Grip: Billy Voermann
Production Assistant: Nick Sceau
Catering: Chef Nick Testa
Sound Editor and Re-recording Mixer: Dean White
Colorist: Orlando Vance Wimberley III
Talent Logistics: Brandon Bair
LYRICS
[SOULS OF MISCHIEF]
This is my home, and like it there’s no place
It’s highly likely you can find me striking through the whole Bay
The E.S.O. way, I used to sip V.S.O.P.
I shouldn’t be speeding with weed, but to me it’s ok
Plee, you cold mayne, crossing borders like whole thangs of cocaine
Travelling with Hiero feels like we take up the whole plane
It’s always them ones with no game, off in the slow lane
But that could never be me, no way, not if you know A
Let that warm salty breeze touch you
Trees that’ll make you wheeze while your knees buckle
We got it all, don’t need nothing
No place like the Bay on Earth – Snowboard same day I surf
Where they do that? You can cease hunting
Cuisine stubby – world-class wineries
Sit and have you a flight of these cuddy
Savor the tannins- then hit the way way and view the panorama
[BROOKFIELD DUECE]
Float on a cloud, drown in a bottle
Get hit with a hollow, the hazards as a snotnose
We was just the leaders of our pack, never followed
Living life like it’s stolen
‘Cause all our time’s borrowed
It ain’t no place like home, seen the whole world, just know I’m nothing without you
Staying on the go ten toes, sticking to the code, I’ll never leave home without you
[DAME D.O.L.L.A.]
Real Oakland, what’chu know about it?
Town Bidness got a glow about it
Anything we do, we get some dough up out it
And if it’s ever up, we fa sho about it, D.O.L.L.A., yeah
90’s baby, I’m original
All the lessons learned inside The Town I know it’s pivotal
Something different live in you, I put on
Gas pedal what I keep my foot on, it’s spiritual
Brookfield legend, flatland survivor
Nigga come from something you can see it in his posture
Before he made the league, it was women on his roster
Just a different breed, everybody else imposters, ya feel me
[SOULS OF MISCHIEF]
Interlaced with knowledge that came from my poppa knock a THANG proper slick
Talkin’ frank Sinatra
And I’m paper chasin’
Stay in the cut like I’m Jason wipe ya nose fix ya face and stop with the envious
hatred
I’m gettin’ mine sittin’ like Rich in the 69 drop gold zeniths and vogues I don’t
intertwine with
Those who criticize the simple life I chose stop it I’m home and I could never leave
you alone
Wheels on the pavement
Familiar faces I’m home sliding
Like sly and la familia stone
The probability, high, the city
Little chilly middle July but
Indian summer weather is really fly
Vigilante from the villa
Never vilified, shielded by the
Hills having eyes so I visualized
Twilights velvet shade
Serenaded escapades let’s
Get paid where charade
Mysteries masquerade… The Bay
[BROOKFIELD DUECE]
Float on a cloud, drown in a bottle
Get hit with a hollow, the hazards as a snotnose
We was just the leaders of our pack, never followed
Living life like it’s stolen,
‘cause all our time’s borrowed
It ain’t no place like home, seen the whole world, just know I’m nothing without you
Staying on the go ten toes, sticking to the code, I’ll never leave home without you
It ain’t no place like home, seen the whole world, just know I’m nothing without you
Staying on the go ten toes, sticking to the code, I’ll never leave home without you
Directed and produced by Brookfield Duece
Directed and edited by NOTALENTS
BTS: Fernando Perez
Gaffer: Siraj Fowler
Grip: Carlos Mauricio Gonzales
Grip: Darrion Webb
1st AC: Armani Jackson
Location/PA: Josh Fields
PA: Parham Barghchi
PA: Mason Schwab
The cast of FTD thoroughly indulge in all of Chicago’s culinary offerrings. Action and the gang hit up everything from Michelin starred restaurants to Polish Festivals
