Yeah, fuck a ego Bullshit feelings, I let 'em go Ten out of ten, holding them in, it will show East Side doing the most No, just stacking my chips Staying prepared for the shits My ambition won't allow me to quit V8 motor my drive Cocaine in my lines My name holding this weight East Side Johnny the God I'm controlling my fate Had to jump off the trail No more running in place Lockin' somethin they dread Look it's all in their face Niggas ain't loving the fake Still got clips on the waist I ain't begging for bread, still I rise like yeast Every day is a song, I live my life on the beat And when I sit at the table there's no surprises, a feast No myth, no fable, witness the rise of a beast Gotta live it up, you only get one Nothing's impossible, I'm grinding 'til the mission is done