Lyrics:
on the east side comes
Before my sleepless eyes your features metamorphosize
Surely as the sun early on the east side comes
If only you had known how soon
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
think about that boy from the East side of town
Rolling around with the windows down
Feeling like a millionaire when I herd the sound of
Music playing
side
Beautiful ladies and the sunny skies
cll you niggaz need to get right
West coast
Y'all ain't heard it sound like this in a minute
The setting is
on the East coast, yeah we living rampant
Throw me on a stage and I'll throw a fucking tantrum
This is not a joke man this my fucking anthem
Now we going in
Nothing lefty to say I'm in mint condition.
I keep the pimping and my girl by my side. It feels me with pride.
This east-sider boy who had nothing she gave
hating on me, get that cheque you grown
East side where I got game but them Trench niggas never play and you know it
Freddy Kruger when I pull up, catch
hating on me, get that cheque you grown
East side where I got game but them trench niggas never play and you know it
Freddy Kruger when I pull up, catch
sides
Come to my side, it ain't safe outside
Putting my pride where my reign don't shine
Just to see if I'm fly when the days go by
Make 'em never wanna
FATHER
MY SUNS BECAME PRODICALS JUST TO MAKE A PROFIT
IM A EAST SIDE LEGEND I DONT SAY MUCH
I DONT NEED TO PROVE SHIT I AINT MADE UP
FRESH LIKE NEW CAR
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
y'all want us to fall, and hit the wall
it'll only take a minute, an see I gets the bomb tree
Beats By the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes
Young Jizzo you know by the sound
Jai-Luv what up bruh, it's been too long nigga
Light a candle
Luv came home, ignite the anthem
Beat too flame, too
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Working this hard don't make sense
When all I've got to show are nine to fives
I ain't never had a single dollar I could spend
Ain't no family by side, just
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
pagan ways
Egyptian vibes not I
Y'all wanna live like snakes and slide
But y'all snakes ga lay on y'all side
While I grab this blade
Sword sound and let
surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne, Iceberg shirt with the
Matching jeans
Let the top down watch the wind blow, whoa look like
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
they shit
I had niggas shootin' out from both sides
Ghost ride the hit, ghost ride the hit
Ghost ride
Fuck doin' drive-bys, when we slide
We doin'
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