Since ’93
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Intro
I am, I am, I am...
I am, I am,...
I am, I am, I am..
Uh, uh, yeah
Verse 1
I am from the east end/
All my young boys scheming/
It's that time of season/
When niggas wanna get even/
Gotta watch over your shoulders/
Over the years it got colder/
The east is surrounded by vultures/
We noticed it when we got older/
Looking back at it I see it now/
Yeah I peep it now/
It was only just last year when they buried my nigga c light right beneath the ground/
I want composure I need it now/
FDR Drive is a scenic route/
I whip on the highway while hitting 100 cause I have to catch up and keep up now/
Word on the road the wave is talking for its self/
Running out of love I swear I feel how Forrest felt/
They been throwing shade my way on god they get ignored/
No response is worse then words I swear they feel it more/
Chorus
I been such a low man/
No one has to know man/
They all miss the old me/
Not wise to provoke me/
Hook
I been mia, counting this money and getting exact/
I been mia, spending this money and making it back/
I been mia, repping the city where ever I go/
I been mia, repping the east end cause that’s all I know/
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Verse 2
Nigga we ain't never ditch on nobody/
Homie we ain't never snitch on nobody/
You will never hear us switch on nobody, nobody, no one/
I got these rappers real nervous/
We know they don’t have real purpose/
Shame on the parents who birthed them/
None of you niggas have earned shit/
At one point a nigga felt worthless/
But this Henny help me resurface/
I'm killing the bottle I'm purging/
On I-95 girl I'm swerving/
I'm certain, the clique bout to blow/
The city behind us including your hoe/
Word on the road the wave is talking for its self/
Running out of love I swear I feel how Forrest felt/
They been throwing shade my way on god they get ignored/
No response is worse then words I swear they feel it more/
Chorus
I been such a low man/
No one has to know man/
They all miss the old me/
Not wise to provoke me/
Hook
I been mia, counting this money and getting exact/
I been mia, spending this money and making it back/
I been mia, repping the city where ever I go/
I been mia, repping the east end cause that's all I know/
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
East End was written by Cesar ogando.
East End was produced by Ama music & Cesar ogando.