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 2 flights
no 2 flights
Ridin round with that 45
Let that sun shine
Yeah back I was a youngin
We was cooling, we was kids
I stay coppin them digits
While ya boys was coppin mids
Im always chasin bags
Yeah I stay with them chips
You flexin on the gram
Sittin in your grandmas whip
Yeah I got big bands
Your rolly looking fake
When you feeling down
All your 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 2 flights, no 2 flights
Ridin round with that 45
Let that sun shine
Yeah imma catch a flight
Fuck the east I need the west
I ain't stopping now
I just wanna cash a check
Wear balenciaga so I never need to flex
All these niggas doubtin
Always making shit perplex
Always hatin but don't even know us
Crusin in the benz, roll up
Aint nobody out here gone control us
Best belive they gunna know us
Yeah I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no 2 flights, no 2 flights
Ridin round with that 45
Let that sun shine
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no 2 flights
no 2 flights
Ridin round with that 45
Let that sun shine
Yeah back I was a youngin
We was cooling, we was kids
I stay coppin them digits
While ya boys was coppin mids
Im always chasin bags
Yeah I stay with them chips
You flexin on the gram
Sittin in your grandmas whip
Yeah I got big bands
Your rolly looking fake
When you feeling down
All your 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 2 flights, no 2 flights
Ridin round with that 45
Let that sun shine
Yeah imma catch a flight
Fuck the east I need the west
I ain't stopping now
I just wanna cash a check
Wear balenciaga so I never need to flex
All these niggas doubtin
Always making shit perplex
Always hatin but don't even know us
Crusin in the benz, roll up
Aint nobody out here gone control us
Best belive they gunna know us
Yeah I be faded on the east side, the east side
Flew to LA to the west side, the best side
One way no 2 flights, no 2 flights
Ridin round with that 45
Let that sun shine
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Writer(s): Trappa Nate
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