Lyrics East Seattle - Porter Ray

East Seattle

While my grandma’s at the church singin'
I’m on the turf slingin'
My gospel gleamin' in the graveyard
I’m servin' demons
Back to back
Back when Donnie crashed his Cadillac
Baggin' crack influenced drug habits in our habitat
Hammers clap
Cameras tapped
Pigs plan attacks
On pot smokers
Rock smokers
Block stock brokers
Bustin' joogs
Range Rovers with the custom wood
Trust me that i understood
Police came and crushed the hood
I was watchin' him
Ryan got shot on Washington
Stomach wound
I stopped by the hospital to talk with him
It happen to often when you young and black
Guns clap growin' up
Ballers blowin' up
Now let the funds stack
Aaron was still alive
Just try and visualize losin' your brother
Make you wonder how it feel inside
Hearing him suffer make me wonder how it feel to die
Seeing him sleepin' in his coffin and he still inside
My bro went blind from a .9 busted
Broke his dome
And called the ambulance from his own fuckin' phone
I bailed out my baby mama
That’s when shorty fled
I’m blowin' zones
Pour Patron for my bros thats dead
Aaron Sully Kevin Eagan and my brody Fred
Suicide on twitter
Put a bullet thru my brody’s head
Glue inside my swisher help me focus on what brody said
Niggas is phonies
We ain’t homies if you owe me bread
I’m pistol shoppin'
My pistol poppin' if any problem
Proceed with caution
My caliber got the bitches jockin'
Hella' women
Got plenty options
I never call 'em
We droppin' pounds on Polo
We out in Bristol shoppin'
In Rod Lavers
All flavors
Blowin' Raw papers
Fuckin' on a ball player’s bitch i’ll never call later
Large paper
Let the currency exchange
Blunted
Blurry in a Range
Right before we catch a plane