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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
mgk
Stimme und Gesang
M Shadows
Stimme und Gesang
Synyster Gates
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
mgk
Komponist:in
Brinton Ewart
Komponist:in
Rami Eadeh
Komponist:in
Matthew Sanders
Komponist:in
Brian Haner
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brinton Ewart
Produzent:in
Rami Eadeh
Produzent:in
Chris Bellman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Slim Gudz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
From the bottom of the ash, I rose
Yeah, to the top I go up from this cold
But I don't need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it gets colder
No heat, so we all around that stove like
Fuck this broke shit, petty ass hustlin', couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin' at the store and the only time we ever get to eat
Is when he brings something home
Everyday 's dark here, praying for a rainbow to lead us to
That pot of gold and exchange those nights on a concrete floor
For a bottle of Rose and pop that bitch off like we supposed to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that I'm made
'Cause real EST mufuckers don't fold
Real EST mufuckers don't break up, real family grows old
Real EST mufuckers representing for the city where they can
Even when they gone
Fuck this throne, ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no queens
No fairy tale endings on the Eastside
Just these bones and these screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Things outside tryna get their fix
While my first born here tryna get sleep
Motherfuck this rap shit, Try buryin' your boy six feet
Let me show you about real
Try tellin' me that you can't make it up out of the city
Twenty six dollars to multi-mils
Face inside of the XXL, try comin' back to the Eastside still
Well, bitch, I did, and it's still the kid, labeled a bad boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Explode, Dre, Swerve, Ash, my boy BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled with me
Knowing I would be here one day
So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me
Lookin' at the house of pain
I'm a run away from the ones that pay me, hopin' I'll stay the same
[Verse 2]
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Written by: Brian Haner, Brinton Ewart, Colson Baker, Matthew Sanders, Oladipo Omishore, Rami Eadeh