EastCoastJunkie

Palaze, what you cookin’?

E-East coast junkie, turnin’ up, they got me ballin’ like I'm Melo

Shooter with my gang, right or wrong, it ain’t no settle

I got mob ties, no we pushin’ to the pedal

If you look into my eyes, know my mama raised the devil

Paid away my lies trying to burn away the fame

Ain’t no turnin’ up unless I’m turnin’ up again

Bitch, we poppin’ shit, you better watch out what you sayin’

If you made the wrong move, couple shots up to your brain

Snatchin’ on my chain, now we fuckin’ up the set

Realize what you sayin’, put that pain into my chest

Everybody watching me, they hoping I'ma lose

Went winnin’ with my brothers, we gon' get it, ain’t no choosin'

How they see me when they win and then they’re making moves

And congratulate what I’m doin’, don’t even fuck with you

Why you acting like we cool, and yeah, you **** on that lame shit

Same shit, everybody acting like they gang shit

**** playing both sides, actin’ like you want it

Switching when the pressure get real, they get to runnin’

**** bringing up the past 'cause they don’t know the new you

Pushin’ on the gas, I put the work in like it’s voodoo

Plenty scars, I never dreamed of trying to take away this pain

Praying to my knees, hoping God'll feel the same

Everybody ain’t your main, they gon’ leave when they don’t need you

Know they want me for the fame but they gon’ act like they don’t need to

R-ran around the world with a hunnid, I'm up on racks

Chasin' all the baggage, ain’t no replacing how they was capped

I be tuggin’ on my shit, I could be stepping on your ass

Blue faces getting racist, I don’t rent, I buy in cash

I done got it out the mud, they gon’ say I needed help

Ain’t nobody really there when you thuggin' it by yourself

Everybody on your team, but they gon’ leave you on the shelf

Fuck all the **** who doubted me, I hope they doin’ well

Why they all up on my dick 'cause I don’t hate but they be watchin’

All up in my bag, I be chasin’ money, deposit

Runnin’ thumbin’ raps, I got the blisters on my pockets

If you playin’ with my head, then bitch, you dead, we ain’t gon' squash shit

Yo, I'm married to the pack, know we bustin’ when it’s touchdown

Swear I got my ****, gettin' all of us a bussdown

Rollie on my wrist, the shit a freezer when it’s cut down

Everybody left me when I was down, but bitch, I’m up now

Fuck how you feelin’, I gotta make it to the top

Bobbin’ on this bitch, they told the young **** to stop

Chasin’ on my dream, hatin’ what they seein’

Everybody can make it, but it’s best if you believe, yeah

Believe, yeah

If you believe me, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I’m goin’

Know that I’m prayin’

Know what I’m doin’

I was patient and they hate it

They ain't want me to win, but I made it

They ain't want me to win, but I made it, yeah