East Columbus

You would think my niggas Popstars, they poppin' them meds
But all my niggas really rockstars, just walk with them bands
I be fuckin wit some Rastas, that cut off they dreads
You can catch us all at monarch and that's on a Sunday

I done dropped up out of school, I can't do minimum wage
I ain't goin' back to college, I can't do no more debt
I be dealin' wit all these problems, hope they come with success
All we know finesse and rob, we from East Columbus

I was screaming fuck the coppas, I aint good wit arrest
All we know is bring that pressure, my team full of Artest's
I was fuckin up a check like I dont wanna be rich
Ima muh'fuckin hustle like muh'fuckin Mitch

You know ion play games boy, tricks are for kids
And you know I gotta do more cause we started we started with less
I aint gotta go to church because I know that I'm blessed
Ima keep on ducking dodging Police and all my sins

All of my sins
Dodging all of my sins
Man I'm just trine win
(Yeah, Yeah)
Dodging all of my sins
Dodging all of the feds
Man I just wanna win
(Yeah, yeah)

We don't do rockstars
Skrt off in a foreign car
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't do rockstars
Hop out in Givenchy stars
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You would think my niggas Popstars, they poppin' them meds
But all my niggas really rockstars, just walk with them bands
I be fuckin wit some Rastas, that cut off they dreads
You can catch us all at monarch and that's on a Sunday

I done dropped up out of school, I can't do minimum wage
I ain't goin' back to college, I can't do no more debt
I be dealin' wit all these problems, hope they come with success
All we know finesse and rob, we from East Columbus

My niggas drinkin' rockhard, but dont get finessed
I aint buyin' unless I see the seal on the Hitech
Cause I be off of Molly, I feel like the best
I be running' through these hoes like Maurice Clarett

All this got damn money on me, Im in Monarch wit a check
Let a nigga run up on me, paint ya, Ima artist
And bitch, I aint a flunky, I dont do switching sets
Cause I'm from East Columbus, where we rob and finesse

We don't do rockstars
Skrt off in a foreign car
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't do rockstars
Hop out in Givenchy stars
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You would think my niggas Popstars, they poppin' them meds
But all my niggas really rockstars, just walk with them bands
I be fuckin wit some Rastas, that cut off they dreads
You can catch us all at monarch and that's on a Sunday

I done dropped up out of school, I can't do minimum wage
I ain't goin' back to college, I can't do no more debt
I be dealin' wit all these problems, hope they come with success
All we know finesse and rob, we from East Columbus

We don't do rockstars
Skrt off in a foreign car
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't do rockstars
Hop out in Givenchy stars
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Just wanna win
I just went FN
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't do rockstars
Hop out in Givenchy stars
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)



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Writer(s): Grant Harris
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