From the bottom of the ash I rose
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To the top I go Where I'm from it's cold
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But I don't need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled
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Got my city's area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul
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Swear to God every single night it's gets colder
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No heat so we all around that stove like
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"Fuck this broke shit", petty ass hustlin, couldn't even sell one zone
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Slim still workin at the store and the only time we ever get to eat is when he brings something home
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Everydays dark here, prayin for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold
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And exchange those nights on a concrete floor for a bottle of Rose to pop that bitch off like we suppose to
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Never gave a fuck if we went gold, I just wanna be able to say that I made it
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Cause' real EST mufuckas don't fold, Real EST mufuckas don't break up
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Eal family grows old, Real EST mufuckas representing for the city where they came even when they gone
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And Fuck this throne, ain't no kings, No pretty princess, ain't no queen
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No fairy tale endings on the Eastside, just these broken homes and those screams
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Broken bones underneath these jeans, Broken bricks cover up my streets
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Fiends outside trying to get their fix, while my first born in here trying to get sleep
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Muthafuck this rap shit, try burying your boy 6 feet let me show u bout real
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Try telling me that u can't make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mill's
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Face inside of the XXL, then try coming back to the Eastside still
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Well bitch I did, and it's still the kid, labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
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What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash, my boy BK
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And everybody from the beginning that bled with me knowin I would be here one day
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So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me, Looking at the house of pain
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I'm a runaway from the ones that pay me hopin I'll stay the same, can't u save me?
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Save Me
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Machine Gun Kelly |