Porter Ray - East Seattle lyrics

[Intro: You ever hustled on 23rd?] While my grandma's at the church singin' I'm on the turf slingin' My gospel gleamin' in the graveyard I'm servin' demons Back to back Back when Donnie crashed his Cadillac Baggin' crack influenced drug habits in our habitat Hammers clap Cameras tapped Pigs plan attacks On pot smokers Rock smokers Block stock brokers Bustin' joogs Range Rovers with the custom wood Trust me that i understood Police came and crushed the hood I was watchin' him Ryan got shot on Washington Stomach wound I stopped by the hospital to talk with him It happen to often when you young and black Guns clap growin' up Ballers blowin' up Now let the funds stack Aaron was still alive Just try and visualize losin' your brother Make you wonder how it feel inside Hearing him suffer make me wonder how it feel to die Seeing him sleepin' in his coffin and he still inside My bro went blind from a .9 busted Broke his dome And called the ambulance from his own f**in' phone I bailed out my baby mama That's when shorty fled I'm blowin' zones Pour Patron for my bros thats dead Aaron Sully Kevin Eagan and my brody Fred Suicide on twitter Put a bullet thru my brody's head Glue inside my swisher help me focus on what brody said n***as is phonies We ain't homies if you owe me bread I'm pistol shoppin' My pistol poppin' if any problem Proceed with caution My caliber got the b**hes jockin' Hella' women Got plenty options I never call 'em We droppin' pounds on Polo We out in Bristol shoppin' In Rod Lavers All flavors Blowin' Raw papers f**in' on a ball player's b**h i'll never call later Large paper Let the currency exchange Blunted Blurry in a Range Right before we catch a plane