Out the east

It's real Niggas out the east every truck I tell you that I'm on the block with the 4s Gen 5 in the fanny pack bad Bitch she wanna chill with the gang if the boydem stop this wrip put the strap in her Birkin bag opp niggas keep on dying I feel bad for these kids they keep on dissin on the 4s the cemetery they gone stay I can shoot and I can rap they say blue you gifted I had to stack all these racks up in the safe they say blue where you been Ot With the 4s on the opp block yeah my niggas we be throwing 4s if you ain't never seen no braids you can't be in the car real killers in the east and real niggas by my side all my niggas in that black hoodie just like Trevon and we ain't fucking with no Zimmerman they say it's mind over matter he lost his brains for that shit No bodies getting found my niggas cremate your face all my niggas staying silent we ain't never saying shit I'm the voice of the east lost so many to the street coyote and the road runner we ain't never squashing this beef all that dissin they be doing they ain't never seen no pole the only time they see a stick when the boydum come around yeah my niggas love violence we ain't never keeping the peace look at the opps they aggravated leave their block discombobulated got some killers in the army leave their block disintegrated the opps done got me aggravated