Lyrics:
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Have you ever been hated
By black people who hate on
Black people and say most
Black people ain’t black enough
Or how about city kids who hate
Moonlight in the skies
Ma heart finda love
What i have is mine
Touching me the skies
Love is having by
Not to say goodbye
Black is just alive
Black
feeling complacent
We don't dream the money we chase it
How i live my life i always try to keep it basic
If you hop up on my cruise you'll get wasted
Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk
Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
give your life for it? And I'm talking blood
Can you die so the story of your glory can remain
Only two ways carry you to power, money and fame
God
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
the prodigal was to the creator
Until you meet your maker
Just hold on to your soul
Cause through the cracks of this concrete jungle
You grow, you are a Black
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Times might be different
But oppression remains
At the root Its just
Slavery by Another Name
They say in 30 years
Black Wealth
Headed straight to nada
But
eastside shit on the speakerphone
I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though
Coke's all white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo
Getting money
remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
God dam I do the most
My hearts dead imma ghost
Take that smoke into my nose
Working till I reach my goals
I do not have any friends
Cus money can
lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
corscious nigga never get framed
The beat I'm stepping on is all in my veins
Go by low key but I'm king in the game
Use my mind as a weapon
Leave my hands
the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin'
get paid."
No one can understand me - the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
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