☆ 03. FIX U

From the bottom of the ash I rose

To the top I go Where I’m from it’s 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 it’s 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 don’t break up

Eal family grows old, Real EST mufuckas representing for the city where they came even when they gone

And Fuck this throne, ain’t no kings, No pretty princess, ain’t 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 it’s 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’m a runaway from the ones that pay me hopin I’ll stay the same, can’t u save me?