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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heem B$F
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raheem Trotter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dj M80
Mixing Engineer
Moose Tarantino
Producer
Lyrics
Mh
They know, Mh
That Eastside Ramy
You know where to find me, ****
You Know I be right where them trenches at
Like free Face, ****
Long live Big Mike
Long live my **** Cry
Long live my **** L's
Free Gotti, ****
Yeah, look, uh
These the views from the trenches, uh, prayers and wishes
Dirty needles and pucks, gangbanging on benches
How I was swimming with sharks you was with little fishes?
Pull up and let him spark, we was on real missions
Most of my homies blood, shout out my **** Crip'in
Told me don't be a thug, I was really conflicted
Told me don't hold a grudge, Nip's pops was missing
Mama out in the club, fuck it, I'm not gon' listen
.31 with a gun, high school and detentions
Bug had stole Crum, that's what ruined the friendship
Ike Mills and Bugs, them the **** I been with
Pride and cold blood, we gotta make **** feel it
Murder all she wrote, only way to end it
Retaliate the code, sometimes I relive it
Told Unc I'm broke, threw me half a chicken
Heroin and coke, two nines, I'm back pitching
That's a 18 worth a brick pushin' 8T
My **** did a state bid, kept his face clean
Thinking 'bout them war times in my daydream
Masked up a hundred times tryna chase green
Crack house on the first, tryna chase fiends
Tommy Lee need a hit, made him rake leaves
Point blank, make a stick up kid say please
Fuck a rat, he a snake and I hate these
You the one hold the burner, no you can't freeze
I had the Gage baggy jeans with the white T's
Why you stab me in the back? ****, take these
Say free my **** Gotti got a hundred in them state greens
Told me rap it, said he need me make it happen
Fucked me up, got a call, heard my **** killed in action
Now I'm grieving, inside internal bleeding
Fucking with my thoughts, 'cause they may not breathing
Like what if I was rich? A million dollar hits
And he ain't have to serve dope fiends with a fix?
Ain't no life perfect, sometimes I feel worthless
Thinking all them nights I fucked up on purpose
First time on the trigger, I got a little nervous
But I ain't gave a fuck since my cousin Duke service
Gotti down the Dub, that **** still serving
Big third felony and he still didn't learn shit
Killers on my right and killers on my left
Whole family selling drugs, how I'm supposed to step?
What I'm supposed to do? Where I'm supposed to go?
Plus I asked the big homie and he said he ain't know
Mikey Beats took a lick, but to live he ain't go
We was losing day ones, five years in a row
It's like first the shit with Cozy, then the shit with Doe
Left the hood fucked up, the rest everybody know
Got **** picking sides, seen **** switching sides
Imagine **** hit your mama crib a hundred times
Now ain't nobody good, and ain't nobody safe
'Cause Grandma almost took one to the face
It's a dirty game, and the price to pay
Lost Inf when he prayed five times a day
Careful how you move and watch what you say
Know that **** not a hustler, he just in the way
I was in the field tryna read the play
When Granny house was doing like a quarter key a day
R.I.P my **** L's, I miss him every day
He hit the stash house, **** called the play
Bullets made him bleed, that's jealousy and greed
Never bite the hand that feed, ain't no "I" in team
Warn F, Lil Heem, through the shiny yo the kings
Mikey B and Ron G's, I put they name in everything
Ain't forget them ****, that's why I miss them ****
Closed my eyes, had a dream I was with them ****
Uh
Had a dream I was a Picture myself
Wake up and shit (hm)
Woah
When they see me down (See me down)
But they need me now (Need me now)
I'm the meal ticket, **** you ain't feed me how?
I'm smoking out the pound, thinkin' 'bout the crown (crown)
And every time a **** do it, did it for my town
(Long live them ****)
(Free them ****)
(Why I do this shit for the whole Eastside man, whole Eastside Buffalo ****)
(From my ghetto to your ghetto ****, from my block to your block, you know represent ****)
(Know)
(They Shout out 7-1 Murda ****)
(Ain't know)
Written by: Raheem Trotter