From the bottom of the ash I rose 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
Fuck this broke shit
Petty ass hustling 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
Everyday is dark here
Praying 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 bitch off like we suppose to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause' real EST motherfuckers don't fold real
EST motherfuckers don't break up
Real family grows old Real EST motherfuckers
representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And fuck this throne ain't no kings
no pretty princess ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the east side
just these broken bones and these screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Friends outside trying to get their fix while
my first born in here trying to get sleep
Motherfuck this rap shit try burying your boy
6 feet let me show you about real
Try telling me that you can't make it up
out the city 26 dollars to multi mill's
Face inside of the double XL then
try coming back to the east side still
Well bitch 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 knowing 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 hoping
I'll stay the same
Can't you save me
Can't you save me
Can't you save me
Can't you save me