Earline Son

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Who am I, really? I’m Earline son
The second one—first one came stillborn
Made her feel like she ain’t wanna have another
But she felt like my big sis need a brother
So she had me, born in the D—
-E-C, East Atlanta, Jeff, what it be?
Earline son, Earline child
Raised right, but that nigga still went wild
Filthy-mouthed young’un, liked to curse a lot
Heartbroke ‘cause his folks couldn’t work it out
Earline son, Grandmama baby
Put him in a hospital, thought he went crazy
He ain’t loony, though; he just lost hope
And started tryna cook crack out of soft dope
Some say he lost, some say he won, but, man…

[Hook]
I’m just Earline son
(Yeah. That’s who I am, man. Yeah)
I’m just Earline son
(Man, never claimed to be nothing more than that. This who I am, Tre Montgomery, nigga)
I’m just Earline son

[Verse 2]
I’m Earline son, Earline seed
Used to talk a lot of trash when I smoked weed
So save the small talk, we can talk cheese
And I ain’t gotta know a gang just to talk Gs
Back at sixteen, took a couple bullets
Sucker nigga had to get his stepdad to pull it
But it still happened, and I still bled
First call, Earline thought that I was dead
Earline cried, Earline prayed
Forty hours, ICU, that’s where I stayed
Instead of getting love, you know what I heard
Dad say, “You ain’t shit, this what you deserve”
And to tell the truth, it hurt a loner hard
But I ain’t tripping, God giving me another start
He can think I lost, but I really won
I’m living, ‘cause…

[Hook]
I’m Earline son
(Yeah, that’s all I am, man. Yeah)
I’m just Earline son
(I won’t try to tell you I’m something that I’m not. I am what I am, bruh)
I’m just Earline son (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Been around the world, met a lot of folks
Seen a lot of freaks, did a lot of shows
Drank a lot of drink, told a lot of jokes
Found strength when I ain’t really have a lot of hope
Lost a lot of friends and a lot of ends
Lost a lot of consciousness off a lot of Hen’
Fought a lot of fights, thought a lot of nights
I was out my mind, straight running out of life
Yet somehow, your boy stayed down
Stood tall, bruh, I ain’t never laid down
Earline son, he don’t play around
Fitted cap in the ‘Lac, straight A’d down
Never tried to be something that I really wasn’t
You can think the lies work, but it really doesn’t
I’m just being me, no matter what comes, yeah

[Hook]
I’m just Earline son
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m just Earline son
(I was taught from Day 1 to be myself, man. And that’s all I can be, you know? But you know what?)
I’m just Earline son
(That’s good enough for me, bruh. And if it ain’t good enough for you, you get the middle finger, ha)
Earline son
(Tre Montgomery, Clarence Montgomery the Third, Gresham Road, East Atlanta)
I’m just Earline son
Oh, oh, Earline son