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
"Fuck this broke shit", petty ass 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 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 mufuckas don't fold, Real EST mufuckas 
don't break up
Eal family grows old, Real EST mufuckas 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 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
Muthafuck this rap shit, 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 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 
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?