From the bottom of the ash I rose
To the top I go Where I'm from it's cold
But I don't need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled

Got my city's area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it's gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove like

"$#&@ this broke %#@!", petty $$# hustlin, couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin at the store and the only time we ever get to eat is when he brings something home
Everydays dark here, prayin for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold

And exchange those nights on a concrete floor for a bottle of Rose to pop that (*##$ off like we suppose to
Never gave a $#&@ if we went gold, I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause' real EST mu$#&@as don't fold, Real EST mu$#&@as don't break up

Eal family grows old, Real EST mu$#&@as representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And $#&@ this throne, ain't no kings, No pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the Eastside, just these broken homes and those screams

Broken bones underneath these jeans, Broken bricks cover up my streets
Fiends outside trying to get their fix, while my first born in here trying to get sleep
Mutha$#&@ this rap %#@!, try burying your boy 6 feet let me show u bout real

Try telling me that u can't make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mill's
Face inside of the XXL, then try coming back to the Eastside still
Well (*##$ I did, and it's still the kid, labeled a Bad Boy before this deal

What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash, my boy BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled with me knowin I would be here one day
So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me, Looking at the house of pain

I'm a runaway from the ones that pay me hopin I'll stay the same, can't u save me?