Reporting live from the eastside
Back on Goldenchain wit' it
Upstairs miss tonya tellin' us turn it down
Its 2016 goin' back n' forth with my father
Needle in my vein giving blood for like 50 dollars
Fed Loans call I ignore em' I'm not a scholar
Won't get no money, no time from me, don't even bother
House foreclosing, nowhere to go, so i ponder
No transportation, the dealer just repossessed the honda
I gotta' survive through the week shit is getting closer
They shutting off my water, I hit up HQ to give me a ride to the nearest kroger
Water bottle gallons I shower with till it's over
No a/c in the crib, shit is spoiling you smell the odor
I'm on the verge of being homeless after october
But i'm finna' be on, they ain't believe when i told em
From the city they pulling cards, there ain't no "texas hold em'" my god
Some of our niggas they would carry dirty sticks
Rest In Peace my nigga Quin', he was reppin' "36"
Bro pulled up on me and Wili, told us we'd be f*cking rich
Weeks later the bullets took em, you know life a dirty bitch
Rest In Peace my nigga Nick, the summers been gettin' hotter
Winters been gettin' colder, Miss Tonya making the cobbler
We was practically toddlers, some chargers, chevy impalas,
We ridin' round in a camry, no license, hope we ain't caught up
Fast Forward just yesterday man I was working side jobs
Went from nobody, now i'm working wit' Icons
Meeting the rappers I used to play on my ipod
Back when the shirts wasn't polo and they was izods
F*cking with instagram bitches upcoming actresses
Growing up I seen liquor bottles and pissy mattresses
Tryna' get my mom off the bottle, I'm too afraid
Lil' bro' I practically raised, balancing music and grades
I Became a screw up, heart was broken, then I grew up
Mixing liquor till' I threw up, friends blew up, acting like they never knew us
Polished it, lost homies to politics
Made a sacrifice man i could've had a scholarship, I just wasn't moderate
I know this shit ain't always fair
When you different people look at you and always stare
Niggas talk alot i'm acting like i almost cared
I know i ain't made it yet but man I'm almost...
Almost
Said i'm almost
Said i'm almost, almost...
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English
Reporting live from the eastside
Back on Goldenchain wit' it
Upstairs miss tonya tellin' us turn it down
Its 2016 goin' back n' forth with my father
Needle in my vein giving blood for like 50 dollars
Fed Loans call I ignore em' I'm not a scholar
Won't get no money, no time from me, don't even bother
House foreclosing, nowhere to go, so i ponder
No transportation, the dealer just repossessed the honda
I gotta' survive through the week shit is getting closer
They shutting off my water, I hit up HQ to give me a ride to the nearest kroger
Water bottle gallons I shower with till it's over
No a/c in the crib, shit is spoiling you smell the odor
I'm on the verge of being homeless after october
But i'm finna' be on, they ain't believe when i told em
From the city they pulling cards, there ain't no "texas hold em'" my god
Some of our niggas they would carry dirty sticks
Rest In Peace my nigga Quin', he was reppin' "36"
Bro pulled up on me and Wili, told us we'd be f*cking rich
Weeks later the bullets took em, you know life a dirty bitch
Rest In Peace my nigga Nick, the summers been gettin' hotter
Winters been gettin' colder, Miss Tonya making the cobbler
We was practically toddlers, some chargers, chevy impalas,
We ridin' round in a camry, no license, hope we ain't caught up
Fast Forward just yesterday man I was working side jobs
Went from nobody, now i'm working wit' Icons
Meeting the rappers I used to play on my ipod
Back when the shirts wasn't polo and they was izods
F*cking with instagram bitches upcoming actresses
Growing up I seen liquor bottles and pissy mattresses
Tryna' get my mom off the bottle, I'm too afraid
Lil' bro' I practically raised, balancing music and grades
I Became a screw up, heart was broken, then I grew up
Mixing liquor till' I threw up, friends blew up, acting like they never knew us
Polished it, lost homies to politics
Made a sacrifice man i could've had a scholarship, I just wasn't moderate
I know this shit ain't always fair
When you different people look at you and always stare
Niggas talk alot i'm acting like i almost cared
I know i ain't made it yet but man I'm almost...
Almost
Said i'm almost
Said i'm almost, almost...
Back on Goldenchain wit' it
Upstairs miss tonya tellin' us turn it down
Its 2016 goin' back n' forth with my father
Needle in my vein giving blood for like 50 dollars
Fed Loans call I ignore em' I'm not a scholar
Won't get no money, no time from me, don't even bother
House foreclosing, nowhere to go, so i ponder
No transportation, the dealer just repossessed the honda
I gotta' survive through the week shit is getting closer
They shutting off my water, I hit up HQ to give me a ride to the nearest kroger
Water bottle gallons I shower with till it's over
No a/c in the crib, shit is spoiling you smell the odor
I'm on the verge of being homeless after october
But i'm finna' be on, they ain't believe when i told em
From the city they pulling cards, there ain't no "texas hold em'" my god
Some of our niggas they would carry dirty sticks
Rest In Peace my nigga Quin', he was reppin' "36"
Bro pulled up on me and Wili, told us we'd be f*cking rich
Weeks later the bullets took em, you know life a dirty bitch
Rest In Peace my nigga Nick, the summers been gettin' hotter
Winters been gettin' colder, Miss Tonya making the cobbler
We was practically toddlers, some chargers, chevy impalas,
We ridin' round in a camry, no license, hope we ain't caught up
Fast Forward just yesterday man I was working side jobs
Went from nobody, now i'm working wit' Icons
Meeting the rappers I used to play on my ipod
Back when the shirts wasn't polo and they was izods
F*cking with instagram bitches upcoming actresses
Growing up I seen liquor bottles and pissy mattresses
Tryna' get my mom off the bottle, I'm too afraid
Lil' bro' I practically raised, balancing music and grades
I Became a screw up, heart was broken, then I grew up
Mixing liquor till' I threw up, friends blew up, acting like they never knew us
Polished it, lost homies to politics
Made a sacrifice man i could've had a scholarship, I just wasn't moderate
I know this shit ain't always fair
When you different people look at you and always stare
Niggas talk alot i'm acting like i almost cared
I know i ain't made it yet but man I'm almost...
Almost
Said i'm almost
Said i'm almost, almost...
Writer: Quintin Talbert
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