[Produced by Woodro Sk**son]
[Machine Gun Kelly]
Uh, from the bottom of the ash I rose
Yeah, to the top I go
Where I'm from its cold
But I don't need this coat (nah)
Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder (whattup)
216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night its gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove
Like “f** this broke sh**,” petty a** 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
Everydays dark here
Prayin for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold
And exchange those nights on a concrete floor
For a bottle of Rose to pop that b**h off like we suppose to
Never gave a f** if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that "I made it"
Cause' real EST muf**as don't fold
Real EST muf**as don't break up, real family grows old
Real EST muf**ers representin' for the city where they came even when they gone
And f** this throne, ain't no kings
No pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the eastside
Just these broken homes and those screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Fiends outside trying to get they fix
While my first born in here trying to get sleep
Muthaf** this rap sh**
Try buryin' your boy six feet let me show you 'bout real
Try telling me that you can't make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mill's
Face inside of the XXL
Then try coming back to the eastside still
Well b**h I did, and it's still the kid
Labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, 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'ma runaway from the ones that pay me
Hopin I'll stay the same
[Outro: M. Shadows]
Can't you save meeeeeeee?
[Can't you save meeeeeeee?]
[Can't you save meeeeeeee?]
[Can't you save meeeeeeee?]
{*Synyster Gates plays a guitar solo to the end*}