bussdown your soul

fuck what you know

drop tops and hoes

ice out your chain but can't

bust down your soul

you can't bust down your soul

lost out on money with love

they call me emotional cuh

numbing the pain with the drugs

back on the east side!

gun shots

on live

fuck all these niggas and they fake lives

no face no case on life

pull up on the homies on that old shit

fucking politics and bitches till the mo'ning

you ain't got your point on you ain't all in

she said

fuck what you know

drop tops and hoes

ice out your chain but can't

bust down your soul

you can't bust down your soul

cortez's at the funerals

gunpowder in the cuticles

we out here as usual

standing on the frontline

throwing shit up

caught slipping outside the tam's when they dumped

mo had to shoot back like

bought a new chain cuz the flock went up

shawty look at me like nigga you dumb

fuck what you know

drop tops and hoes

ice out your chain but can't

bust down your soul

you can't bust down your soul

yeah!

i got stardust in my eyes

and i can't keep em closed tonight

i got stardust in my eyes

and i can't keep em closed tonight

i got stardust in my eyes

and i can't keep em closed tonight

i got stardust in my eyes

and i can't keep em closed tonight

running down rosecreans

long beach boulevard

on the east side

cruising down bullis

with a ski mask on

i be in a fast car

riding in a stolen whip

yeah