Lyrics: Brinton Ewart/Rami Eadeh/Colson Baker/Alma M. Sanders/B. Haner
Music: Brinton Ewart/Rami Eadeh/Colson Baker/Alma M. Sanders/B. Haner
From the bottom of the ash I rose
To the top I go Where I'm from its cold
But I don't need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every singe night its gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove like
''**** this broken shit '', petty ass hustlin, couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still working at the store and the only time
We ever get to eat is when he brings something home
Everyday dark here
prayin for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold
And exchange those nights on a concrete floor for a bottle of Rose to pop that b***h off like we suppose to
Never gave a **** if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause' real EST mother****ers don't fold, Real EST mother****ers don't break up
Real family grows old,
Real EST mother****ers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And **** this throne, ain't no kings,
No pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the eastside,
Just these broken homes and those screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans,
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Fiends outside trying to get their fix,
While my first born in there trying to get sleep
Mother**** this rap shit, try burying your boy 6 feel let me show u bout real
Try telling me that u can't make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mill's
Face inside of the XXL, then try coming back to the eastside still
Well b***h I did, and its still the kid,
labeled a bad boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash, my boy BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled with me knowin I would be here one day
So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me, Looking at the house of pain
I'm a runaway from the ones that pay me hopin I'll stay the same
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?