From the E To the Wd

From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
It's from the East to the world my gee
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me

Introduce you to a rap zone
Told you where I'm from
Without the mic i wanna be god-like
Bringing a life beat to a dead home
Time to go ill disinfect me with a glysol
Take you back in the days i used to hit
That bong

In eastside we treat like you have no effect
Let nobody tell (you) were born a reject
And when it comes to be smoking the leaflets
My book of rhymes
Burns middle fingers up to the snitches(ferk snitches)

Streets are blackening
I don't know what's happening
Thinking round and round
I ain't getting famous man
Judges critiquing me to be a dangerous man
Inaccusibly it was Slim shady
It doesn't feel safe away
From the mic and pen
And how long I'm i gonna wait till the cypher ends
While I'm taking L's
You just here wasting M's
I'm thinking else(L's)
I can't be the witcher
To be evicting elfs

From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
It's from the East to the world my gee
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me

Ferk love men really i have no interest
But i swipe right while in tinder or pinterest
Disapprovingly you wanna have a taste of my riches
And I'm not a fool to be under the spell of ur wishes
So hands full pocket loaded with sleeping pills
Metaphorically over the counter overdosing skills
Shooting my Forties ounces gaining are wins
Over my dead body like covid annihilating
Millions of people
I didn't know if it was lethal
To aim for the sky
A lyrical murderer from the medieval
Is waving good night
(A lyrical murderer from the medieval
Is waving good night)

The soul is escaping
Into a dark hole that is gaping
Awaiting for me to be a little cunt in the racing
Inqualitative you know I'm down in the ratings
And the fake kings they obviously hate me
So many million thoughts caught the cop with a pipe bomb
Till infinity I'm a rapper you can never wipe off
Sheer luck doesn't count onto something you ain't dying for
Like a grid i put the east on the map
Of which it is my song

When i copy me zero ferks up to the enemy
Line up the eastside rappers and other ketamines
To me they are like syringes of non-nemesis
Without three figures I'm a beast
This is music from the east
While in nine feet deep
Vampires can never have me as a feast bitch

From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
It's from the East to the world my gee
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me

Third verse backing up to the first(first)
Behind black barz is getting tough without nascar
Skidikipapa everybody is now gangsta
Me and kid jay you know we used to rap(trap) hard
Dre aftermath chronic rhymes in my album
I mastercards debiting out wise words
And on my back I'm repping my nine laps
Still nine lives under my one heart
My brain is a direction to a night firm
I can never chase clout anywhere it's found
It's music from the east and i am out
Yohw check it and i am out

From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
From the E to the WD
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me
It's from the East to the world my gee
Keep ur hands in the air if you follow me



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