Uh (Eastside) yeah (Yeah, Eastside)
Welcome back
We've been missin' you
This what they been waiting for
Crash Course (Rest in peace, uh, Eastside Steevie)
My mind like George Lucas, I think like Stanley Kubrick
House full of eucalyptus, that boy straight mucus
So, let's get straight to it, my chain is this humongous
Permanent bling my tooth is, yeah, I'm a strange human
This insane jewelry collection, it'll take a week to shoot it
Record an album with Mercedes, let GQ EQ it
I think I'm Frank Lucas, slang where my boo thing school is
A straight A-student, boy, the brain stupid
Leave it all in the past now, walls talkin' back now
Back to the wall, with your wall to the back, don't back down
Buck up, tell 'em how the fuck your mama ain't raise no bitch
Gloves on the dashboard, mask on the lat' now
MAC on the lap, on the hip while the red-blue lights in the background
Cops wanna pat down, just pray the clip don't (Click, click)
