Coley Xavier - Eastside Shit (feat. The Letter M)

404, 678, 770
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I’m a southern nigga
Atlanta raised, Atlanta bred
I got niggas ducking feds cause they sell the streets the meds
Gotta do something to get this propaganda out our heads
First we make our beds than we proceed to make them bands
Everybody around me started hustling, cause they was broke
Either stoners or they choke when hitting blunts, cause they don’t smoke
And hitting licks ain’t no joke, they robbing niggas, killing folk
Over dice, or a fight, or for fucking up the dope
But hold on to ya hope
It’s precious like a jewel
Still got best friends that I met in middle school
I’m pitying the fool tryna stunt with a tool
Tryna front like it’s full cause they think that shit cool
Most niggas where I’m from either flexing and they flaw
Or they screaming fuck the law because they real and they raw
Until that steel hit they jaw
They feel they heart drop
Another life taken by gang violence or the cops
Growing up on the Eastside of the city
I done seen niggas ride and lose they lives, it ain’t pretty
The first time I seen a nigga die in front of me
That shit was heartbreaking, it’ll probably be haunting me
Until the day, that my physical dies
Therefore my spiritual ties will turn to light then energize skies
I gained a lot of knowledge in the 6
You should come around and fuck with this Eastside shit
It’s Coley
404, 678, 770
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404, 678, 770
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404, 678, 770
Ah
Don’t play with the don’t play
You know what the fuck going on, that way
I’m from EA, yeah, Zone 6
Where niggas holding sticks like they Mulan
Claim they stacking up the bread, holding croutons
Lead showers folding niggas like a futon
To get wealthy I’ll die trying, like Curtis Jackson
All about that action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside The Matrix like Keanu Reeves
I’m a fucking angel fighting demons
Like it’s Constantine screaming
S-T-O-N-E, M-O-U-N-T, A-I-N
S-T-O-N-E, M-O-U-N-T, A-I-N
S-T-O-N-E, M-O-U-N-T, A-I-N
Come fuck with this Eastside shit, until forever end
404, 678, 770
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404, 678, 770
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404, 678, 770
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404, 678, 770

Written by:
Cole Jones-Ford

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