Lyrics Eastside - The Alchemist, Westside Gunn, Conway

Eastside

Hahaha
(Let's document a real moment…)
Yeah… I swear to God, shit is real over here, nigga
Yeah… walk with me… take a walk through the Eastside, nigga
Get familiar, nigga, it’s a beautiful place, nigga
(Talk to 'em)
Ayy yo, I put that on my mama
When I catch them pussy niggas, I’ma lay them niggas down
I’ma peter roll them niggas, I’ma spray 'em
I don’t give a fuck who standing outside, broad day 'em
Niggas thinking shit was sweet, I’m finna show 'em we ain’t playing over here
In my city, nigga blicking with the four
Trappin' out they mama house, got police kicking down the door
Little nigga 17, facing 30
Little nigga 17 with a thirty, quick to do a nigga dirty
Know a nigga shot a nigga in his face front of his mother
'Cause the nigga took the stand, snitched on his older brother
Got his brother doing 50, now that nigga doing life
Mama lost both of her babies to the streets, this shit ain’t right
Judges giving niggas football numbers without a care
Bodies dropping every summer, you can smell it in the air
Little nigga don’t give a fuck, his father wasn’t there
Wipe you for your 750s 'cause he couldn’t get a pair
Eastside, nigga
Ayy, yo, your pockets barely breathing
I got fifty and the tiger Swedish, uh
You hit one, we flipped ten of y’all niggas, we even
Strawberry Jack trucks, feed us with tucked ninas
Niggas talk crazy, we see 'em, uh
This shit already got fifteen bodies, leave it
High top Bapes, hoodies Palace
Shit’s so big, when I shot, got knocked off balance
My shooters skated off rocking Thrasher
I’m NASA, TEC tens on call, lacker
Shot the funeral, left the pastor
The deacon got his leg shot off, laying there, gasping
This shit really happen
(Finna slide out to the yacht party, man…
See y’all there…)
(I saw you on television
You’re the man on the boat, oh, wow)