Rags to Riches
I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no two flights, no two flights
Ridin round with that four-five let that sun shine
Back when I was a youngin
We was coolin, we was kids
I stay coppin them digits
While your boys was coppin mids
I'm always chasing bags
Yeah I stay with them chips
You flexing on the gram
Sitting in your grandmas whip
I got big bands
Your rolly looking fake
When you're feeling down
All ya homies seem to flake
Big cheddar on my plate
Yeah I'm never going back
I stay on my grind
And you know that's a fact
I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA on the west side, the best side
One way no two flights, no two flights
Ridin round with that four-five let that sun shine
Imma catch a flight
Fuck the east I need the west
I ain't stopping now I just wanna cash a check
In Balenciaga so I never need to flex
All these niggas doubting
always making shit perplex, aye
Always hating but don't even know us
Cruising in the benz, roll up
Aint nobody out here going to control us
Best belive they gonna know us
I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no two flights, no two flights
Ridin round with that four-five let that sun shine
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no two flights, no two flights
Ridin round with that four-five let that sun shine
Back when I was a youngin
We was coolin, we was kids
I stay coppin them digits
While your boys was coppin mids
I'm always chasing bags
Yeah I stay with them chips
You flexing on the gram
Sitting in your grandmas whip
I got big bands
Your rolly looking fake
When you're feeling down
All ya homies seem to flake
Big cheddar on my plate
Yeah I'm never going back
I stay on my grind
And you know that's a fact
I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA on the west side, the best side
One way no two flights, no two flights
Ridin round with that four-five let that sun shine
Imma catch a flight
Fuck the east I need the west
I ain't stopping now I just wanna cash a check
In Balenciaga so I never need to flex
All these niggas doubting
always making shit perplex, aye
Always hating but don't even know us
Cruising in the benz, roll up
Aint nobody out here going to control us
Best belive they gonna know us
I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no two flights, no two flights
Ridin round with that four-five let that sun shine
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Writer(s): Trappa Nate
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