From the bottom of the ash I rose
To the top I go Where I’m from its 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 its gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove like
 [bad word] this broke [bad word] , petty [bad word] 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 [bad word] off like we suppose to
Never gave a [bad word] if we went gold, I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause’ real EST [bad word] don’t fold, Real EST [bad word] dont break up
Eal family grows old, Real EST [bad word] representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And [bad word] 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 [bad word] this rap [bad word]  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 [bad word] back to the Eastside still
Well [bad word] I did, and its 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 [bad word] from the ones that pay me hopin I’ll stay the same, can't u save me?