EastCoastJunkie

[Intro]
Palaze, what you cookin’?

[Chorus]
E-East coast junkie, turnin’ up, they got me ballin’ like I'm Melo
Shooter with my gang, right or wrong, it ain’t no settle
I got more ties, no we pushin’ to the pedal
If you look into my eyes, no my mama raised the devil
Paid away my lies trying to burn away the fame
Ain’t no turnin’ up unless I’m turnin’ up again
Bitch we poppin’ shit, you better watch out what you sayin’
If you made the wrong move, couple shots up to your brain

[Verse 1]
Snatchin’ on my chain, now we fuckin’ up the shit
Realize what’s you sayin’, put that pain into my chest
Everybody watching me they hoping imma lose
Went winnin’ with my brothers, we gon’e get it, ain’t no chosen
How they see me when they win and then they’re making moves
And congratulate what I’m doin’, don’t even fuck with you
Why you acting like we callin’ ya’ll niggas on that lame shit
Same shit, everybody acting like the gang shit

[Verse 2]
Niggas playing both sides, actin’ like you want it
Snitching when the pressure get real, they get to runnin’
Niggas bringing up the packages they don’t know to know you
Pushin’ on the gas I put the work in like it’s voodoo
Plenty scars, I never dreamed of trying to take away this pain
Praying to my knees, hoping good’ll feel the same
Everybody ain’t your mane, they gon’e leave when they don’t need you
Know they want me for the fame but they gon’e out like they don’t need to

[Bridge]
Need to run around the world with honey all up on racks
And all the baggage ain’t no replacing how they was capped
I be tuggin’ on my shit, I could be stepping on your ass
Blue faces getting racist, I don’t reign, I’m buying cash
I don’t got it out the mud, they gon’e say I needed help
Ain’t nobody really there when you thuggin' it by yourself
Everybody in your team but they gon’e leave you on the shelf
Fuck all the niggas who doubting me, I hope they doin’ well

[Verse 3]
Why they all up on my dick cause I don’t hate but they be watchin’
All up in my bag, I be chasin’ money to deposit
Runnin’ thumbin’ raps, I got blisters on my pockets
If you playin’ with my haters, bitch you dead, we ain’t squad shit
You’re married to the pack, no we got bustin’ when it’s touchdown
Swear I got my niggas getting all the bustle busts down rollin’
On my wrist the shit is freezin’ when it’s cut down
Everybody left me when I was down, but bitch, I’m up now
Fuck how you feelin’, I gotta make it to the top
Bobbin’ on this bitch, they told the young niggas to stop
Chasin’ on my dream, hatin’ what they sayin’
Everybody can make it but it’s the best if you believe, yeah

[Outro]
Believe, yeah
If you believe me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I’m goin’
Know that I’m prayin’
Know what I’m doin’
I was patient, and they hate it
They don’t want me win, but I made it x2, yeah