Thursday Off

(3,4) Eastside put your pistols in the air
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
I'm with my niggas, so I think they scared
Hood out the window because we don't care (Eastside)

I'm with that
This that get back like reparations
Revenge, click-clack, violence, and retaliation
Nation of wrongdoers blacker than Muslims in jail
Temptation of moving units, so it’s crack that we sell
We pack pistols and roll pack with black lips and a shell
Slept on a couch for 2 hours, then it’s back to the mail
Or back to them tales, stories about the shit I want
How can I fail? Seen some niggas hit a lick
They flaunt, I’m right on they trail
See, I’m a cutthroat, born broke, dark lung, never choke
Daddy’s son, compassion seeking ass nigga
And if we had to split a lick, I wouldn’t pass with ya
Can't say no to drugs I was too busy cuttin' class with 'em

They look from outside
They don't like what you do
A prisoner from inside
You come from a life of abuse
But it's a celebration

Eastside put your pistols in the air (Eastside)
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
I'm with my niggas, so I think they scared
Hood out the window because we don't care

Eastside put your pistols in the air
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere

They look from outside
They don't like what you do
A prisoner from inside
You come from a life of abuse
But it's a celebration

(Is that the police right there?)

Come and celebrate with me, yeah
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
They didn't think we'd make it (3,4)