Yeah
These streets is cold, nigga
And killing niggas in parked cars and *
Keep your head on a swivel
Keep that machine on you
Yeah
Live life and rap about it
Rap about it, nigga
I could lay niggas flat as a underscore
But it's my art I want you to love me for
I could show you the guns I brung to war
Why would I jump off the roof of the feds
And hang myself with a bungee cord
Long arm of the law
Don't let them suckers reach us
Some of you haters spectators
Leaving your nose bleeding in the upper bleachers
And you rap niggas, * your features
The God flow touch your speakers
You need to come to Jesus
Don't count the bars on this one
So many fire lines, it's gon' be hard to pick one
I'm just baring my soul over guitars and kick drums
You remember every word I record
Wait, let me tell you a story
September 23rd is my born date
Lil' crooked, shaking roaches out of my cornflakes
Nothin' trendy, all my fashion was worn late
Mama smokin' a joint, gettin' higher than the divorce rate
My pops was a Navy vet
Overheard him yellin', we ain't got no money
Them crackers ain't pay me yet
We was in crazy debt
I could see why he may be left
His white counterpart's runnin'
And he takin' baby steps
Mama solo now
She throw on Aretha Franklin
She dance around with a smile
But underneath she achin'
I'm bein' ignored in class
I bein' ignored in class
I think my teachers hatin'
The value I placed on education's depreciatin'
Drop out
My brother started slingin' dope
Gave him hope
It's like they gave him more life when they gave him coke
Yeah, he bought me a starter jacket, my favorite coke
My cousin was bangin', he told me the streets ain't a joke
Nah, then he put a gun in my hand
Yeah, Rusty 38 with tape on the handle
Bumpin' in W.A., starchin' my dickie pants
Yeah, bad boy at the party doin' my ditty dance
Yeah, if it ain't about hoes, I ain't have any plans
If it ain't about hoes, I ain't have any plans
With me and my nigga Bo, my man 50 grand
He had a beef with his older brother
Shot him over nothin'
Hundred tears dropped as he told his mother
Damn, why he do bruh that way?
One in the pen, one in the grave
She lost two sons that day
I bought two guns that day
Nah, I'm lyin' cause I didn't buy him
Man, we hit a lick at the pawn shop
Drove a crack-ass truck right through the front
Non-stop glass crashin'
It sound like a bomb drop
Alarm goin' off crazy, I grabbed a duffel bag
Put some watches and jewelry
In it and got a couple mags
Bounced out of that bitch
Went to my uncle's pad
Thinkin' I'ma end up in jail
Just like my brother's dad
Damn, it's the environment, bro
Crime is a full-time job
Ain't no retirement, though
Old man told me
Your generation's violent for sure
And the cemetery's the only place you diein' to go
Then he gave me a book
Called The Destruction of Black Civilization
By Chancellor Williams
Opened my mind to some knowledge I never had before
Yeah, started readin' more books
Went down the rabbit hole
Yeah, all your ignorant questions I got the answer for
Like, why y'all stuck in the hood actin' like animals?
Poverty's pandemonium
Redlining the properties properly
That colonial cologne you got on
I can smell racism in the institutions
The victimizer victimize you and say
Stop bein' a victim
The *'s confusin'
So when I be cruisin' the bins
That * is a big illusion
You writin' songs about your diamonds
My gems are in the music
Unify the day or you can die today
To keep them roaches outta your cornflakes
You decide the way
But if you go down the wrong road
You know how the story go
They got you
Say hello to the homie Bo
Ay, what up?
Niggas homeless and hungry
But they don't want us doin' crime
Stole the whole fuckin' country
But we the ones who doin' time
Keep my third eye open
I pay attention to the signs
To my homies that died
See you on the other side
I see y'all on the other side
Not now, I got a lot of story left
You know? Eastside
Eastside