Eastside

[Intro]
Always gotta do something
It’s like I don’t even got my squad out here
Listen

[Verse 1]
They say they say look
Will the rapper he just loco how his name poppin
Fuck his rap shit don’t need a name I won’t pump it
I'm taking everything shoes and this chain and this wallet
They selling everything junk you name it they got it
I'm from the parties where my bitches love proper accent
Ain’t go to college, but my profits look like Donald’s checks
My cash rolling in parkas on professor X
I get a stash until I need it though I really flex
But when I do I shout the tower down hoe stop
Close shop I'm in the streets like a road block
I squeeze the trigger til the breathing from his nose stop
Open the gates of hell just to watch his soul drop
I serve pills and pack the squad sold rock
And if he feel run up on me he be a bold cock
Don’t pursue me end up shootin like fuck yo badge homie
Cuz I can’t let em find these drugs or this cash on me
They gonna give me more years than my last homie
I have to sell til the doctor put the tag on me

[Verse 2]
And I ain’t like that bro said I gotta make it out
It’s either make it to the top or we go take it south
You think I'm fake you probably heard it from the word of mouth
Meet me in person I ain’t nuttin' like you heard about
Swervin' routes droppin' high in the city streets
Layin' low while MD cuz the city geeks

[Verse 3]
My mouth of murder weapon and I done kill plenty beasts
Just drop a hold a hundred that’ll kill any beat
Any street and any block I'm good on it
You disrespect I'll throw your set and make your hood mourn it
You bout some vest and white shirts and put your hood on it
You beat bad but I'm nice so I'm good on it
Nigga I could put my hood on it
But they say he don’t claim a hood don’t he
Now I don’t claim a hood cuz me I'm my own man
I don’t follow other guys I got my own plan
And I ain’t worry about your ass I got my own fam
Fuck I look like needing a nigga I'm a grown man

[Verse 4]
Can’t trust nobody when I did I took an ill but I be real treat a nigga
Got a till like that a till
Have my niggas up in heaven now hope I don’t go to hell
I wanna see my men again know they feel the same as Will
See my men again
See my niggas in the cell
That’s what jail like for nobody they kill my sis and she ain’t dead shit to nobody
Still we had to carry her body and still we had to bury her body
Might not feel so weak felt like I ain’t have a heart in my body
Like it ain’t even part of my body
I tried to turn up it felt like I wasn’t even part of the party
And I'm the one that started the party
But now I'm coming up and everybody started to love me
My money get to lookin' so lovely
Them bitches didn’t want me all a sudden all of em love me
And my squad still here you know all of us don’t you