Key: E minor•
Verse 1
C
Em
Mr. Soul Daft
Everybody's asking Who's Day -D
He bout to let y 'all know
Ha ha ha ha ha
Check out this car
Come on kid
Who's East
East is who these niggas
is knocking up in the streets
East is who these bitches is watching
we 50 deep
East is where Nas met Jay, Pac met Big
He's just one of these niggas
that's knocking up in the streets
He's just one of these bitches
that's watching we 50 deep
He's just Wimpern, Mattel, Snoop, and Drake
the worst of them
Shot shots and cursed them,
dreaming the black person
I'm having visions, I'm murking them
Remy got my soul in an awkward place
E
Em
All I'm thinking is shell
clippings and caution tape
Phone ringing,
it's Doc Mike from Park Heights
His heart type tougher than shark bites
He walk like pimps in the 70s,
off -white, the coat color
Mother still smoke butter,
E
Em
always was a broke brother
Fifteen, he was group home,
eighteen upstate
Twenty -one,
he was out and couldn't touch enough weight
Fuck dates, his block was the movies,
some real thriller shit
He had to leave the spot with the two
we four -door Porsche in it
Scorchin' shit, crib got more nines
than the orphanage
The feds be recordin' shit,
watch who you talkin' with
Who's East?
East is who these niggas
is knockin' up in the streets
East is who these bitches is watchin',
we 50 deep
East is when Nas met J, Pac met Big
With the head, I got that shit
Who's East? East is who these niggas
is knockin' up in the streets
East is who these bitches is watchin',
we 50 deep
East is when Permet L, Snoop met Drake
E
Em
I was taught to shoot that way
I was knockin' life after,
writing my ninth chapter
Cheese and wine,
Merlot sippin' with light laughter
This our D, take me away,
this flight NASA
More whips and chains than
we hot boxin'
This German Ruger,
move your body, he pop -lockin'
If it's exotic, pass it like John Stockton
I went from ball hoppin'
E
Em
to car shoppin'
Eyes redder than cafe with hard rockin'
Look like you havin' a bad day,
your heart stoppin'
Over that revenue,
your brother don't let it chew
Em
E
will talk about your pockets
by the time I'm 25
Em
E
even though I'm really high
Got enough room, I should coop this ride
Got a lot of dudes with
From the top to my shoes,
gotta keep shit fly
is knockin' up in the streets
East is who these bitches is watchin',
we 50 deep
East is win, Nas meant J, not that big
E
Em
E
Em
What they had, I got that shit,
who's east?
I was taught to shoot that way,
Who's east? ha ha, that's me,
Em
Em
Em
L G S D G A N G
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Check out this baguette
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsC Em E
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