[Verse 1] I was born one day before Saint Pat I guess a nigga miss luck just like that Henry Ford, not even one mile from Motown Explains all the soul that you hear in my sound A ten minute ride to Linwood, I begun My mama first son, look what I become A weedhead with words that poking what I'm smoking This ain't no Reggie cause the flame rise from Oakland I used to play with pistols and crackhouses Skiping school just to fuck bitches on dirty couches, abandoned houses Find one with the lights on it Landlord came pulled the hook and locks on it Money I'm plotting on it I put the block on it I'm gonna get it, fold deep, no shocks on it We sit low, rep the D cause it's all I know And my name rings bells in any hood you go
[Hook] You're from the East Side You're from the West Side You're from the North End Are you from South West
[Verse 2] Around first grade, we move to the East Side Was like throwing rocks at a beehive A lot of niggas going over something unimportant That it ain't worth mentioning cause it's unfortunate Like stick a fork in it, where's the enforcement? Walking off the grass just to sit on niggas porches Passing round 40's, brown paper bags Rolling up a swisher (?) It ain't about nothing, but let me hold something Ate a lunchable for dinner, nigga I'm ain't fronting Caught the bus to East land, just to walk around it Ain't buy nothing nigga, just walked around it Looked at some hoes, I ain't even holler Cause I'm broke as fuck and niggas all about a dollar I'm living in the city where the weak get swallowed Belly of the beast, we don't care about tommorow I'm living in the city where the weak get swallowed Belly of the beast, we don't care about tommorow
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