i beg for forgiveness for this sin i commit
Christopher Wallace your opus was flawless
and you sir were lawless an outlaw true grit
me i'm the rat kid honored that you'd ask
. verse 1 .
I was kinda soop'd when Juanyto sent it through see
i was stupid in school used to doodle n drool in the back of the room blasting BIG is where you'll find me
lost in a daze hold up shh wait --
ok it's go time the ladies want to slow wine
the under belly of American idol in no time
hide my eye and vibe with me i am quiet dizzy
every time this happens i burn every bridge that i had
back flip back into Hackensack cause nobody loves us
dark shades and cadillacs nobody trusts us
i'm a fuck up on the come up i bet you could do it too
rock dirty chucks love drugs and keep a tiny crew
get fake love from fake fucks i got my eye on you
if you got your eye on me i hope youre blind enough to see
I GOT THAT ROCKET LAUNCHER IN MY POCKET SHOOT IT AT YOUR FRONT PORCH HIT YOUR GRANNY IN HER NOGGIN
SHE WAS SPYING THROUGH THE PEEP HOLE BLEW HER NOSE OFF LIKE A COKE HEAD ON VENICE BEACH IN A SPEEDO
crack a nemo pack a needle with captain nemo twenty thousand pounds of ego wash it down with some vino.
. CHORUS .
eastside i rep the east side
eastside throw up the eastside
eastside i rep the eastside
if we could do this shit i bet you could do it too
. verse 2 .
i can do anything i want does that bother you?
maybe you can take you suit and tie and make a noose
sky dive off a hundred roof . excuses excuses .
jersey made a nuisance lets hop scotch and shoot shit
skip school and do it like we do on call of duty get super high and unruly hawk a loogie in the principals eyes
not i, not the one you want to test see KRS-one resurrected Bruce Lee
kicked me in my sweet tooth i landed in this shitty booth started rapping in Korean woke up in a mausoleum you were next to me
sorry to break the news but you died and nobody cried not even your mama so dont cry about it you'll just look like a major pussy
NO REASON TO LIE ABOUT IT
find me with the losers, prostitutes, and populars
better get your Orville Redenbacher and binoculars
hasn't felt like this since 96 in the city .
. verse 3 .
white smoke in my lung dark shade on my eye
riding through Bedstuy coolin with the Sitck Up
we are young new york youre a pound of pork in a Muslim food court
four wheeler on water useless as a first daughter in Beijing
play this and die big bomb attached to my ride
parked outside of hot 9-7
tell em play this or die the muthafuckin rat kings alive
i guess i just wanted to make the city proud
learned my hustle from every word out of biggies mouth
and Hovs mouth watched Puff move
got my confidence from Killa Cam and those dudes
X and Nas kept me sane through the pain
cant complain i'm just sayin if my city need some saving
i been sewing this shitty cape in my basement since the 8th grade
locked in a cage slightly deranged pacing
scotch tape and patience
so when the day comes i'll be waiting
eastside i rep the eastside
eastside die for the eastside.
from rat kid ep.
released May 6, 2014
. produced by Easy Mo Bee x Chris D'Eletto .
. written by Tijon .
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