East Seattle - Porter Ray

While my grandma’s at the church singin'

I’m on the turf slingin'

My gospel gleamin' in the graveyard

I’m servin' demons

Back to back

Back when Donnie crashed his Cadillac

Baggin' crack influenced drug habits in our habitat

Hammers clap

Cameras tapped

Pigs plan attacks

On pot smokers

Rock smokers

Block stock brokers

Bustin' joogs

Range Rovers with the custom wood

Trust me that i understood

Police came and crushed the hood

I was watchin' him

Ryan got shot on Washington

Stomach wound

I stopped by the hospital to talk with him

It happen to often when you young and black

Guns clap growin' up

Ballers blowin' up

Now let the funds stack

Aaron was still alive

Just try and visualize losin' your brother

Make you wonder how it feel inside

Hearing him suffer make me wonder how it feel to die

Seeing him sleepin' in his coffin and he still inside

My bro went blind from a .9 busted

Broke his dome

And called the ambulance from his own fuckin' phone

I bailed out my baby mama

That’s when shorty fled

I’m blowin' zones

Pour Patron for my bros thats dead

Aaron Sully Kevin Eagan and my brody Fred

Suicide on twitter

Put a bullet thru my brody’s head

Glue inside my swisher help me focus on what brody said

Niggas is phonies

We ain’t homies if you owe me bread

I’m pistol shoppin'

My pistol poppin' if any problem

Proceed with caution

My caliber got the bitches jockin'

Hella' women

Got plenty options

I never call 'em

We droppin' pounds on Polo

We out in Bristol shoppin'

In Rod Lavers

All flavors

Blowin' Raw papers

Fuckin' on a ball player’s bitch i’ll never call later

Large paper

Let the currency exchange

Blunted

Blurry in a Range

Right before we catch a plane