The Alchemist, Nash, Hall - Eastside lyrics

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 Karl Lager'
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