When I pass the exit ride fast, can't sit in this water bottle
Glass whip that don't got nan' tint in this open hollow
Crab bucket, bucket ain't the name for the car I'm in
This bitch shine like I gotta look around when I'm parkin' it
My mama live a state away, I stay awake for days and days
And time be on our side, cause I was born right around labor day
But I be so impatient like my daddy with the things I think
And say but I just keep goin' my way, seventeen .38s or so
Inside of my big brova ride, that you would never find
I fear no man but god, but far as failure I am terrified
I dip around like it ain't shit to hide, and I don't care to lie
The last mufucka' try take me had to learn the hard
Way he can't have shit of mine... my city gentrified as
Shit, I swear to god it's some connection in between them lines
As I be creeping by, it's side to side the way I keep my eyes
And Luckee be a cool mufucka, but boy you'd be surprised
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout!
Eastside
Yuh
Yuh
Rampant 'round an open highway, Stevie Wonder playin'
Songs In The Key Of Life, I just wanna live it right
Standards come up with me speaking right, left the city
Just to see if it was more to it, people speak on Baltimore
In every city, love to see it, I remember nights
Sleeping under mics, thoughts kept me warm, prayed for chicken rice
Green veggies, yea, we eatin' right, peep the way it slice
Chop it, weigh it, roll the dice, Milton Avenue
I came to christ, at only five I seen a halo twice
Kept my ear to this radio that played at night
In the dark there's a voice, choose to listen
In the distance with my hoodie tied,
Face deliverance, but we never really looked inside
It's more to it, yea, the book of life
My inner child wonder how the fuck I'm still alive
I could have ended it, you'd be surprised