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