Cloned

Let me tell y'all a little story about your boy, EastSide

Let me tell y'all the real truth. You guys know none but the blurred truth

If I was taken away from my momma, or I was in foster care, I'ma say the drama

Anyways, five blacked out cars pulled up to the crib like, damn, these niggas know where I live

Came to the door and started banging. My momma answered the door quick, man, she got the door swinging

Five white men dressing all black said, we gotta go, shoved me in the back of a Cadillac

Now my mind racin' thoughts in and out of my head like, god damn, I think I'm gonna be dead

Then they came out with my sisters and my brothers. Different cars, man, we was takin' from my mother

Can't speak on what they went through. Pulled off anxiety through the damn roof

They threw a bag over my head, man, I can't see, I'm delusional