2 Fifth Rick

[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