EAST SIDE 4 LIFE ft. Bill Waves Lyrics

Back on the Eastside watching her ass percolate on my dick (on my dick)

You can smoke in my car just watch how your flicking your ash, I won't say it again (say it again)

Too many friends lost, we've been through it all, but never been shit (never been shit)

And that's where it ends (and that's where it ends)

So come see where I live (come see where I live)

It is what it is (It is what it is?)

Shit

That's when I tend to the verse and send hearses rolling down Penn Avenue it's a sin

I type on my phone I don't write with a pen, all that scribble and scratch there's too much fix

I put out my tape on Datpiff It's called The Yellow Ghost, and that's supposed to be me as kid

I used to haunt the neighborhood with my addiction, and not just on Halloween

My mom took me to get a haircut, and I snuck and stole all of the barber's tips but acted so sweet

I was one fucking sneaky grimy little kid

It started back then

I learned that there's really not something for nothing there's just no such thing

Because karma will pay you a visit

The truth is my compass, who am I kidding?

They told me that I had a sickness

How could that kid that couldn't get out of bed without taking a pill ever learn how to live any different?

Because I couldn't, until I found the hidden book that Napoleon Hill had written

And I've been trying to unlearn all the bullshit that was put inside my head

When I didn't know my mind is a garden, and I got clippers

For all these unwanted weeds, and I'll catch the head of a snake if he slithers

I'm the farthest reach out of the box, and your just too caught up with what's in it

Praying for those you hate is spiritual you won't get it if you never did it

But I won't miss her for a second if she crosses me then I'll trip her

The laws of The Universe don't change, and for you it's not any different

She just likes to make me mad so we make up, and I'm in that pussy like Jack the Ripper