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Bushido [INSTRUMENTAL]
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Soliloquy [INSTRUMENTAL]
05:30
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[HOOK]
Come thru the eastside
..
come thru tho
yeah, come thru tho
Come thru the eastside
..
come thru tho
yeah, come thru tho
[HOOK]
Yo, come thru the Eastside
In that 98 Honda, like oh my-
Goodness, saying this life shit’s a game.
Well, if that’s the case, then my tickets, they be court side.
Demoralized by transgressions lately
People gon' hate me, friends they gon' save me.
Ain’t got no one to call my baby yet,
But ill give you my number and you can call me maybe.
twenty-two years old without a clue
what im gon do with that thing called a love life
i shy away from fights and drama
and i sure as hell dont want no baby mama
im on top of the tight rope, precarious
boat rockin results, would be disastrous
i been over this, a hundred many times
in my mind, but a conclusion’s what i cant find
like, i spy with my little eye
back to the games, fuck it, flip the table over
acting like a dumb drunk asshole (shit)
which is pretty sad, ‘cause im sober
mind childish, body gettin’ older
remember, all those long beach days
cruisin’ down PCH with greg
windows reassessed for the sake sun’s rays
[HOOK]
*empty verse*
[HOOK]
*empty verse*
[HOOK]
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bitch I’m on that new shit
emd trap movement
grab the record, screw it,
chop it up and call it music
metric units taught taught to students
who sought drugs as the solution
rolled for distribution, they prosecutin
don’t you know, this a revolution.
roman x, tens im dealin,
she the ex, how you feelin
professor X, straight up mutant.
slangin x, quad stacks for real and
i don’t give a fuck, just get my money doe,
leave you straight up in the cold
I be leanin stupid low
all alone.
rock ’em sock 'em trap bot,
word to my home block.
what up, shout out, ms bach
black cherry maybach.
stop, figured the bass gon drop
marathon, chasin the guwop.
straight to the top, while I’m burnin the crops
wild’in, screamin’ “I DONT GIVE A FAUK”
them rocks.
ill break em off and never come down
ridin ‘round with that thump sound.
doubt mobbin’ with the pack now.
thats clap gang, swim fam.
call me bacon this white boy ham.
joey bags with the tech like bam
fucked ya day up when our night began.
im an old world god appeaser
bring the heat, so they call me fever
no italiano, mafiasto
but still leanin, tower, pisa
jump on that shit like a feature
break the whole song, then i leave it
fake or lame, i say neither
doubt will rap ’til surpassing jesus.
rest in pieces, yo, i mean it
keenest cracker, spit the beast shit.
..but i aint even
break a sweat, cause i already seen this.
swisher sweet technology
mixed with a little greek mythology
but you can’t stop me, I’m hurcules
and i know one thing, you aint mercin’ me
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The Illest Kinda Beat
04:31
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