I was on the Eastside, I was doing freestyle
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I cleaned the toilets where you danced (Baby)
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Now selfish, I skip the list
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And I go up on the stage and, between ', I don't go down anymore (No)
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And he wants me to find me a job (If)
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That I give a break with the smoke
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But so it's not me, it's you (it's you)
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I'm going back to the Eastside, hasta the view
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Sorry baby, I'm going to go up
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I haven't been a good son and I don't even look like it (Ah)
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I am not satisfied but I do not whine, what passes I look (Ah)
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As a patron, never elegant on the streets
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Wheat closes her heart, coke opens her legs (Ahah)
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The infamous street, mothers cry blood
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Fathers cry for children, children cry hunger (If)
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Bullshit aside, every friend is a sparring partner
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We are born from the shit and the meat goes back to the flames (Yo)
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North and south same story, money and glory
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Until it's you for the drugs anymore
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For a slut or just out of boredom
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Or to leave 91, look
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I have a Toyota under my ass
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Escaped the envy of all these snakes
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The more you do everything for someone, the more you lose them
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I've been screaming everything for ten years and you don't hear
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Now, bro, the more you fuck in my ass, the more you take them
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I was on the Eastside, I was doing freestyle
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I cleaned the toilets where you danced (Baby)
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Now selfish, I skip the list
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And I go up on the stage and, between ', I don't go down anymore (No)
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And he wants me to find me a job (If)
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That I give a break with the smoke
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But so it's not me, it's you (it's you)
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I'm going back to the Eastside, hasta the view
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Sorry baby, I'm going to go up
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But what do you know? |
(Eh)
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Mo this is a colorful game a la Fortnite
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When it starts it was like Far Cry
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In the club there was the Deejay Time
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Rap was in social centers like heroin and AIDS
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Freestyle for a beer, to create hype
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You wrote the name on the walls with spray paint
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Those who were popular did not like
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He went to school to do raids, to fuck your Nikes
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They only danced the Techno (Tunz-tunz)
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And in the car they pumped Gigi D’Alessio
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I was successful but the pussies didn't like me much
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Then I put the filters in the barrels, not in the photos (Ahah)
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I was fucking with the Americans who didn't even know I was famous (No)
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You remain virgins today until you make a gold record
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Yes, there's nothing shit about hip hop
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But Pino Daniele remains blues, even if he did some pop
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I was on the Eastside, I was doing freestyle
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I cleaned the toilets where you danced (Baby)
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Now selfish, I skip the list
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And I go up on the stage and, between ', I don't go down anymore (No)
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And he wants me to find me a job (If)
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That I give a break with the smoke
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But so it's not me, it's you (it's you)
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I'm going back to the Eastside, hasta the view
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Sorry baby, I'm going to go up |