Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Eastside, laboratory coats, testing the dope
I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast
Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke
It's never over, sole controller, all our chains golder
Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask who's live-r
**** dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin'
I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons
'Cause in times of peace, that's when these snake **** creep
You think you safe 'cause you deep, your goonies half sleep
Stooges if you ask me, Gibbs and Andretti fill that vault full of fetty
Andretti and Gibbs, that's like that barrel to your rib
It's that fuckin' real
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Eastside
****, fuck the peace sign
[Verse 3]
Aye yo, call the chiropractor, this necklace is extra heavy on me
1963 Gold D's, I went Andretti on it
Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it
Boss, fuck a franchise tag, **** can't Le'Veon me
Yeah, 'cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench
L train blessed me, you broke me off when I hit the bricks
Passing off the dog, bitch, I scored the dope and I get assist
Kidnapping IG trapping might get your sister hit
We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up
**** making statements, they Manafort Papadopoulos
Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke, sniffing powder up
And if he build the wall, we gon' bring that dope underground with us
Told my **** spit on your enemies, my enemies
I just solar powered up the Model X
Real **** keep same energy, like what
I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man
Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, ****
[Verse 4]
That is just exactly what they want you to believe
Let's just call it phenomena
Written by: Alan Maman, Fredrick Tipton, Shante Franklin
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