East Side Baby (Intro)
This for all my niggas grindin on the block
This for all my bitches stripping on the pole
This for all my niggas saying fuck the cops
See the hustle and the struggle never stop
East side
We ride
Till we die
Grew up
Hungry
With no pie
Stood in lines
With sis and moms
Way too long
We gone be on
Soon as I step on this gas
Leave all that bullshit in past
If they don't love you no mo
Keep living yo life till it's full
Cause the bullshit will fool you and cause you to slow
Remember the nights we was cold
The heater was broke we was broke
Had no more food in my bowl
That made my hunger just grow
You don't love me
You just say that you do
You don't understand
The shit I been through
My fam and brothas
All been going through pain
No matter what though
We all remain the same
Ever since I was youngin on the block
Had to show em what I'm made of what I'm not
momma struggle for the paper and the ends
Asking god is it ever gonna end
Stepped up shit
Time to put us on
Write my songs
Bout all my wrongs
Can't sell dope
Cause I can't be gone
Know my growth
Gonna make me go
So Imma just step on the gas
Know how it feel to be last
People don't love you no more
Hunger in stomach
Is what keep me coming
For all of the money the gold
See on this side we gone grind
Hustle in blood and the code
Tell em I'm ready to go
Tell em I'm ready to go
This for all my bitches stripping on the pole
This for all my niggas saying fuck the cops
See the hustle and the struggle never stop
East side
We ride
Till we die
Grew up
Hungry
With no pie
Stood in lines
With sis and moms
Way too long
We gone be on
Soon as I step on this gas
Leave all that bullshit in past
If they don't love you no mo
Keep living yo life till it's full
Cause the bullshit will fool you and cause you to slow
Remember the nights we was cold
The heater was broke we was broke
Had no more food in my bowl
That made my hunger just grow
You don't love me
You just say that you do
You don't understand
The shit I been through
My fam and brothas
All been going through pain
No matter what though
We all remain the same
Ever since I was youngin on the block
Had to show em what I'm made of what I'm not
momma struggle for the paper and the ends
Asking god is it ever gonna end
Stepped up shit
Time to put us on
Write my songs
Bout all my wrongs
Can't sell dope
Cause I can't be gone
Know my growth
Gonna make me go
So Imma just step on the gas
Know how it feel to be last
People don't love you no more
Hunger in stomach
Is what keep me coming
For all of the money the gold
See on this side we gone grind
Hustle in blood and the code
Tell em I'm ready to go
Tell em I'm ready to go
Credits
Writer(s): Danyel Munoz
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