text: One time for the Wildways, Wildways
  Bitch, Im from the land, till I die, till I die, till I die
  On the East Side, till I die, till I die, till I die
  Bumping that Bone Thugs till I die, till I die, till I die
  In the hood, Im good till I die, CLE, till I die
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Where you from?
  Straight outta the motherfucking crib, hoe
  On 128th, me and Slim, though
  Dead broke, we were smoking mid, bro
  Baby mama holler: How we supposed to live though?
  Fuck that, beat the game up quick though
  Everybody in the team eating
  Green meals, green leaves, its the green season
  Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eating
  Whipping with the hot sauce like Im street leaguing
  And one, though
  On the porch, getting cut, though
  On first block with a blunt rolled, me and Dub-O
  My city, my city been turned up from the jump, though
  Bitch, Im from the land, till I die, till I die, till I die
  On the East Side, till I die, till I die, till I die
  Bumping that Bone Thugs till I die, till I die, till I die
  In the hood, Im good till I die, CLE, till I die
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Everywhere I go, Im putting on, putting on, putting on
  Where you from?
  Yall know, yall know
  Its tatted up on all of my squad, hoe
  I roll Js in a 12-inch RAW paper
  Every day I live life like Pablo
  Yall know, yall know
  Im tatted like I dont need jobs, hoe
  Nobodys gonna stop me getting paper
  Every day I feel like El Chapo
  I was getting high in the sixth grade
  Throwing hands in the hall on the first day
  Scared of one of my hoes getting knocked up
  Snatching purses in the mall, getting locked up
  Bitch, I needed paper, I needed paper
  Dreaming of the penthouse on the elevator
  The hood taught me dont talk, just walk mine
  Timbos on the curb by the stop sign
  Kells
  East Side, West Side, Cleveland for life
  East Side, West Side, Cleveland for life
  Uptown to the down the way, uptown to the down the way
  EC to the Heights all day, EC to the Heights all day
  Baby, Im from the land, till I die, till I die
  On the East Side, till I die, till I die
  Baby, Im from the land, till I die, till I die
  On the East Side, till I die, till I die