Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Londen Buckner
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ L
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh my God
What is this?
[Verse 2]
Hey
G Herbo, NLMB, 150 dream team, 150 rock block
Ballin' like I'm Kobe
You already know what it is, man, we the gang
Real Eastside
Motherfuckin' 79th and Essex
From Stony to Rainbow, if you ask me, goddamn it
Eastside, you already know, look
[Verse 3]
Where I grew up, so that's where you see me usually
Where every **** from I know gon' shoot for me
All the shorties violent, ain't no guidance
No more chiefs left in the hood, fuck who you used to be
Where I witnessed all those killings at
On the Eastside
Where I left all of my feelings at
On the Eastside
Still be in the same hood
Post up flame woods on the Eastside
[Verse 4]
Early ages, grew up on the east
Young **** in the hood, still innocent
Bunch of **** that came up with me
Either missing them or they got sentences
Back when I used to play Sega Genesis
I was born on a building on Bennett
And free my bro shorty foe like my blood
Fighting first degree murder with witnesses
Sometimes, I get high and I think
What my life would be if I didn't go get this shit
If I dropped out of school and just sat on my ass
And depended on **** to get me shit
But you know that's not me
They ain't nothing like me
That's why **** say they don't like me
And they know they'll get hit up if they beefin' with me
'Cause there's no tellin' where I might be
[Verse 5]
I know I gotta stay on my feet
I'm nineteen, and if I wanna see twenty-one, I know I gotta stay with my heat
My mama told me, stay away from the east
Right back there on the 9, I think it's the Essex in me
Lost my **** Rock on the 9
Pistol got hit on the 9
Lost Kobe right there on the 9
Lost G Fazo right there on the 9
Fresh off a plane, and I'm straight on the 9
I think it's the Essex in me
I'm from where the young **** turn into killers
'Cause ain't nothing better to be
[Verse 6]
Where I grew up, so that's where you see me usually
Where every **** from I know gon' shoot for me
All the shorties violent, ain't no guidance
No more chiefs left in the hood, fuck who you used to be
Where I witnessed all those killings at
On the Eastside
Where I left all of my feelings at
On the Eastside
Still be in the same hood
Post up flame woods on the Eastside
We're motherfuckin' Eastside legends
Look
[Verse 7]
Caught my first pistol case over east
And I wasn't even up on the block
It was gon' happen eventually
I don't leave the house without my Glock
Except for the time when I got shot
And that time, yeah, I was on the block
But you know, we was totin' them jocks
Rock block, bitch you know how we rock
I'm thinkin' the opps called the cops
'Cause right before that, we got stopped
Of course, all the slammers got tossed
And that shit happened on the next block
But anyway, that type of shit happen any day
Them people listening anyway
Reminiscing 'bout my ****
Missin' G Fazo and remembering every day
[Verse 8]
I go back in time any day
Man, this rap shit all make believe anyway
And, these **** all mis-believe anyway
And these **** all snakes in the end, anyway
**** thinking my lifestyle is "cool"
If I could, would have stayed in school any day
Every year, all the **** I lose
Wake up and think about that shit every day
Jail time, I'm ducking that shit every day
**** say they gon' kill me, I'm not afraid
Pistol loaded, I'm tuckin' that every day
Run up on me, I'm bustin' it every way
And these **** show love when you up, with a smile on your face
And do drugs when you up
When you do, bet none of them **** around
But fuck it, I knew that shit anyway
[Verse 9]
Where I grew up, so that's where you see me usually
Where every **** from I know gon' shoot for me
All the shorties violent, ain't no guidance
No more chiefs left in the hood, fuck who you used to be
Where I witnessed all those killings at
On the Eastside
Where I left all of my feelings at
On the Eastside
Still be in the same hood
Post up flame woods on the Eastside
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Londen Buckner