Tyler Martell - Eastside, Pt. 3

Man i pray to god they don’t spin around the block
(Spin around the block, spin around the block)
Trynna catch a body man niggas ain’t the ops
(Niggas Aint the opps, Niggas aint the opps)
Just a tall black kid from right around the block
(Right around the block, Right around the block)
Man them bullets don’t judge and niggas don’t budge
Them bullets don’t judge and niggas don’t budge
See niggas set tripping right off the rip of this shit
I left in peace they wanna turn me into pieces
Do i really gotta choice
Don’t want the beef im going vegan
Aint a pussy nigga
But i see the red inside yo eyes
I can tell that you nervous nigga
You pulled a gun , yo hands shaking
You aint really with the shits
I see that ya homies made you
You want the problem? well there it is
And right there the possibility of crossroads appearing
I didn’t ask for this shit
I was minding my business
When they thought they saw a lick
Like a fish outta water when you hit the deep end
Heartbeating fast wonder if ima make it out this shit
To be or not to be the conclusion in the end
This the politics when you flowing with the wind
Yo migrating gonna get better
When you know better
Thats just what it is
In the heat from This LA Weather
Man i pray to god they don’t spin around the block
(Spin around the block, spin around the block)
Trynna catch a body man niggas ain’t the ops
(Niggas Aint the opps, Niggas aint the opps)
Man i pray to god they don’t spin around the block
(Spin around the block, spin around the block)
Trynna catch a body man niggas ain’t the ops
(Niggas Aint the opps, Niggas aint the opps)
Just a tall black kid from right around the block
(Right around the block, right around the block)
Man them bullets don’t judge and niggas don’t budge
Them bullets don’t judge and niggas don’t budge
Do i stand still or take off running
I walk this same street everyday
Politics stay invading youngin niggas ways
Head down Earphones in
Once i hit the pavement
Uh
Riding a bike or am i skateboarding
Either way I’m On my way to something important
Once you off the porch
You trained to look over ya shoulders
Welcome to the home of landmines and gang signs
You of age now nomo car rides
Only Metro busses, and the green and the blue line
Niggas Only good in the hood with a cosign
Thats just how it be when you really aint front lines
But back to the topic of this shit
Niggas be on bullshit all the time and yo time might be ticking in the mist
From a mean mug or blank stares unaware
That all thats needed To get somebody attention
Man i pray to god they don’t spin around the block
(Spin around the block, spin around the block)
Trynna catch a body man niggas ain’t the ops
(Niggas Aint the opps, Niggas aint the opps)
Man i pray to god they don’t spin around the block
(Spin around the block, spin around the block)
Trynna catch a body man niggas ain’t the ops
(Niggas Aint the opps, Niggas aint the opps)
Just a tall black kid from right around the block
(Right around the block, right around the block)
Man them bullets don’t judge and niggas don’t budge
Them bullets don’t judge and niggas don’t budge

Written by:
Tyler Martell

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