Lyrics East (Interlude) - Yung Schmoobin, EMERALD

East (Interlude)

Double back when you got it made
Thirty racks of weed, no fat in the collard greens
Off top was me, no cap, I don’t bottle things
Flashin' grandmama rings on her fingers
I’m fond of the thing, hollow, we gleam
I’m ominous of James Harden-D
Weak niggas guardin' will peak
Followers just like me
I lost my phone and consequently
All the feelings I caught for my GF
My hands was on the wings
I took’em off, not a story
Careen against the bars
My canteen was full of the poison I need
The trip as long as steep
My innocence was lost in the East
Amidst the thick exhaust
Ahki hit the horn, it beep, mention my sentence strong
We all that we need
But don’t call me brother no more
I keep my sentences short
Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
Ksu-
(laughter)
Man, I made it to the second half
(laughter)