Eastside Story

Ayy, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here, man
R.I.P. them niggas, haan

Used to ride the front of the bus now I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trappin' and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi and I start fuckin' with Cap
Jay Moe was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fuckin' with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was Mike'd down in '05
Girbauds and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout foe'nem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real runnin' wild
With Chico and probably smokin' 'dro
Eight bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, Lil Blac on Chico 'nem porch all the time
Fuck with OGs off the five
Shorties and shit wasn't my crowd
Foe'nem fuckin' up the wheel
I ran Bouchet, ain't fuck with Powell
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Actin' East headed for the rap, damn near still know all the rhymes
Five to nine, Yates back to Colfax, Terrortown was on the map
Niggas know there ain't a bitch we ain't fucked, takin' hoes back
Used to do Pelle coats with the screw back
Chrome buck-fifty, matched the new gat
Leather La McKinnons with the wheat Timbs
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, no need to say more
Punch so hard, make you wanna shoot back
Shawty off MB don't do that
Fuck that, I'on't even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, white chalk about 'em
Naw they ain't like us, niggas bitch made
Lil' nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil' bro was lil' sis age
Made eighteen hundred on a good day
"You gon end up dead or broke
Or in jail like your dad and uncle," shit, that's what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal go kill anything tryna stay afloat
I'm on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "Hello"
Got smoke like Dero, remember walkin' down Marquette, me and G Farro
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, R.I.P. Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom's tellin' me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she callin' and gettin' no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was runnin' the east
Turnin' into Lil Herbo G
The big Humble Beast, ayy