411
I heard meth heads tryna break inside of my momma's house
I said momma grab the gun that's in your bedroom next time
But that's not what momma bout
On the phone with her got the 411
And she so worked up that she sobbing now
Fuck what your drama about
This shit's a problem now
How I'm gon tell her I'm dropping out
Everything crashing down on me same time
I need something to calm me down
How I'm gon' sleep when I know I can't be
Back home there for her when she's in need
How I'm gon sleep
When I know it's no peace no love so cold out here in these streets
And I swear so it's cold out you hang meat
And from all this dirt done you could hang me
At least I know my place
Ain't got no God, ain't got no faith
Ain't got no hope
Ain't no one safe
I need some grace (No)
I'm not okay (No)
Please not today
Don't forget where you came from is what they told me
Don't forget where you came from is what they told me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
No question I'm stressing
Ain't got time to study for multiple tests
Swear my life is a mess
And my life is a bitch
And that bitch in a dress
And that dress screaming sex
Sex is a scheme
Scheme for your mind
Mind your damn business and stay out of mine
I got some family that gon hit me up
When they hear my new shit like you way out of line
But I tell it like it is and these facts ain't fine
In the back of my mind got my grandmother dying
And I can't find time to visit
More than ever now I miss them
And she might not make it to Christmas
And I used to pray to God but never got no sign that God ever listened, shit
Got me out here feeling distant, shit
Got me out here reminiscing
I was just a kid when she was in the kitchen whipping biscuits
Every day I would go there
Working on my jump shot in the driveway
Granddaddy yelling at me from the porch side like a motherfucking coach there
Now he gone but his ghost there
Used to drink used to smoke there
Used to hang like a rope there
Ninth grade in the yard with my friends playing ball
Seen my uncle selling dope there
Like oh well I guess some people never change up
And if you still beefing with 'em when you see 'em you don't really say much
Everything they said you'd never be and look man you still came up
For better or for worse, don't you ever forget where you came from
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
I said momma grab the gun that's in your bedroom next time
But that's not what momma bout
On the phone with her got the 411
And she so worked up that she sobbing now
Fuck what your drama about
This shit's a problem now
How I'm gon tell her I'm dropping out
Everything crashing down on me same time
I need something to calm me down
How I'm gon' sleep when I know I can't be
Back home there for her when she's in need
How I'm gon sleep
When I know it's no peace no love so cold out here in these streets
And I swear so it's cold out you hang meat
And from all this dirt done you could hang me
At least I know my place
Ain't got no God, ain't got no faith
Ain't got no hope
Ain't no one safe
I need some grace (No)
I'm not okay (No)
Please not today
Don't forget where you came from is what they told me
Don't forget where you came from is what they told me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
No question I'm stressing
Ain't got time to study for multiple tests
Swear my life is a mess
And my life is a bitch
And that bitch in a dress
And that dress screaming sex
Sex is a scheme
Scheme for your mind
Mind your damn business and stay out of mine
I got some family that gon hit me up
When they hear my new shit like you way out of line
But I tell it like it is and these facts ain't fine
In the back of my mind got my grandmother dying
And I can't find time to visit
More than ever now I miss them
And she might not make it to Christmas
And I used to pray to God but never got no sign that God ever listened, shit
Got me out here feeling distant, shit
Got me out here reminiscing
I was just a kid when she was in the kitchen whipping biscuits
Every day I would go there
Working on my jump shot in the driveway
Granddaddy yelling at me from the porch side like a motherfucking coach there
Now he gone but his ghost there
Used to drink used to smoke there
Used to hang like a rope there
Ninth grade in the yard with my friends playing ball
Seen my uncle selling dope there
Like oh well I guess some people never change up
And if you still beefing with 'em when you see 'em you don't really say much
Everything they said you'd never be and look man you still came up
For better or for worse, don't you ever forget where you came from
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for the ride
Oh no, oceanside we get high yeah
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Writer(s): Bailey Hutton
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