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 single night its gets colder
no heat so we all around that stove like
"Fuck this broke shit"
petty ass hustlin
couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin at the store
and the only time we ever get to eat is when he brings something home
Everydays 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 bitch off like we suppose to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause' real EST mufuckas don't fold
Real EST mufuckas dont break up
Real family grows old
Real EST mufuckas representing for the city
where they came even when they gone
And Fuck this throne
aint no kings
No pretty princess
aint 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 here trying to get sleep
Muthafuck this rap shit
try burying your boy 6 feet 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 bitch 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'ma runaway from the ones that pay me
hopin I'll stay the same

Can't u save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?