Eastside Stories

If you ask me, man, fuck these niggas' approval
Like, for real, that shit ain't never paid my bills
Ain't never applied nothing to my thrills, nigga

They been acting brand new since Illuminati called
Don't worry, I ain't signing, I ain't selling out on y'all
You'll get rolled up like Raw, tryna fold on your block
Since you roll with the cops, give you 12 on the spot
A horchata double cupped, yeah I hate when it's hot

In Northwest Arkansas, tryna find the best spot
31st & Garnett, where I learned how to walk
Yeah, I was in the creek when the Meadows had parks
Who is D-U-P-R-I

My records multiply, see my son's finna rise
Covenant and blood ties, this one here like riding bikes
Ain't forgetting what it is and ain't forgetting what it's like
Can't unsee what I saw, what I saw, yeah, I liked

I'ma wait for it, though, even gold can be hyped
Better use your brain, dawg, fo' your darkness, turn to light
He started singing to the cops, I guess he thought he was a mic
Damn near got a record deal by how much that he would write

But the cops leaked his information, now he's running for his life
This ain't a game, they jump man, even robbed Em' for his nikes
Tryna sell lean, but snitching at the same time, thats life
You a sardine

I said, hit the can, someone get they mans
He done pissed his pants, said he was a fan
I'm like, damn, dawg, I'm just a man
On the other hand, I need a hundred grand, just like Uncle Sam

Supply demand, she know I'm the man, this ain't Peter Pan