[Intro]
Huh
What the fuck
I’m from the east side of the Roc don’t ever get it twisted, nigga
Yeah
[Verse]
On that side street I’m from a dirty corner
I’m talkin’ early in the morning they drop 30, on it
Crackers beating down my mama door she say “I got a warrant”
Ben got kicked off the ball team But I’m still outchea storing
Niggas it’s the dawg I’m for the dogs we forever on it
City acting like they was fucking with us them niggas never loved us
Specials playing around took him down- fuck it
Nigga I’m the fucking top score I drop big buckets
All these [?] in ya rap you never hit nothing
You mеan to tell me you signed to main man and you ain’t gеt nothing?
You rich in them songs in real life how you still struggling?
Pot just keep calling me that’s why it’s still bubbling
Real dope boy living proof this ain’t that jeezy shit
Turn one to two, two to ten this ain’t no easy shit
I watch auntie shoot up and I get the heebie jeebs still
Whole lotta bullshit on my mind bro I just need a pill
Unc call my phone 30 times this nigga need to chill
Fay call my line say “Go rhyme” cause we need the deal
Auntie came with nine her night time we not even still
Where the fuck my Cartier’s at you know pap can’t see for real
Uncle got three life sentences and got three appeals
He Gon’ come home and go right back but it’s free him still
Product of my environment no environment product of me
They pointed me to the store they say “Young boy be all you can be”
My first time stepping on that corner knew I’ll never leave it
They say a bunch of bullshit about bro but you just got to meet him
Nigga you gon’ die cause you can’t join me and won’t beat me
How the fuck you get shot in your car with your dome leaking
Nigga tried to walk in my shoes and picked the wrong sneakers
I pop out the cut and fuck you up I’m like Jack reacher
Nigga I ain’t Sosa, I ain’t Tony I’m more like Pacheco
A nigga make one wrong move and he in grave danger
My mom will tell you out dead out her mouth I’m a “Real problem”
Made 3,000 off rap and I’m still robbing
The whole gang could piss on that nigga grave that’s how I feel about him
Hellcat sitting sideways when I peal out it
You said your shit “VVS but it’s real cloudy
I’ll take ya big homie to war bitch I’m the real gotti
He was dead before we got to stand over him but I still shot him
Bro won’t put his face in no pic he got real bodies
Bro locked for a body he ain’t catch but he still solid
Fat pocket Frankie in this bitch I’m a real mobster
Pounds double back he came for me but it’s still fuck him
You can’t talk like me cause you never did nothing
I done sold smack, sold crack and had pills jumping
You the type of nigga come around and try to steal something
The only reason we knocked him the fuck out because he ya real cousin
Nigga piss me off I turn into trump push this damn button
[Outro]
Niggas wouldn’t make it where I’m from
You hear me?
Niggas wouldn’t make it where the fuck I’m from nigga
I’m from the east side of the Roc nigga
Don’t you ever get it fucking twisted pussy