Yeah, yeah Open the gate, let the Eastside breathe this in Clear da block, make room when I step through Everybody knows the route and the next move Dust on my boots, still I came with a fresh view If it ain’t built solid, what is it goin’ hold to? Clear da block, let the pressure roll past No borrowed shine, I was made from the hard path Hands on the wheel, keep my word and my guard fast Turn a small chance into a future built to last Corner store receipt folded in my pocket Old burgundy bike leanin’ by the house Cleared the court docket with a hand raised Swore to tell the whole truth Mama said, “Keep your name clean, don’t lose your youth!” So I learned every promise got a price on it Watching da quiet one, still as a white mouse Eastside heat pressing through the screen door Dreams got loud when the fridge got poor I was writing down plans on the back of a Bernstein score Now the same ones watchin’ when I pull up White coats watching from behind the door Wonderin’ who’s that layin’ on da shop floor I don’t need a crowd just to know I’m ready One good play and the whole team rides steady Talk gets cheap when the rent comes heavy I keep both feet down and the aim stays deadly Not with the drama, I’m done with the detour Built this lane out the words that the crowd roared If you bring doubt, leave it there by the front door I came in to make space out da obscure I ain’t askin’ for your permission no more Clear da block, make room when I step through Everybody knows the route and the next move Dust on my boots, still I came with a fresh view If it ain’t built solid, what is it goin’ hold to? Clear da block, let the pressure roll past No borrowed shine, I was made from the hard path Hands on the wheel, keep my word and my guard fast Turn a small chance into a future built to last Late bus, two jobs, still I kept pace Cold noodles, big plans, still I kept faith Now I put the whole neighborhood on the same page When one door cracks, we widen the frame No shortcuts, just miles and receipts Every loss put a little more steel in my speech I can hear the old doubt when the banjo speaks But it can’t ride shotgun when the future’s with me Tell the young ones, keep your vision on lock Don’t let a bad day tell you what you not Build slow, stack smart, let the weak talk Then show up clean when they thought you would stop This is home, every brick got a story Every scar on the wall still remember the morning I don’t chase their approval, I move with authority Clear da block for the people that’s coming toward me Make room, make room Let the ones with a purpose come through Make room, make room What we build now belongs to the Eastside crew Clear da block, make room when I step through Everybody knows the route and the next move Dust on my boots, still I came with a fresh view If it ain’t built solid, what is it goin’ hold to? Clear da block, let the pressure roll past No borrowed shine, I was made from the hard path Hands on the wheel, keep my word and my guard fast Turn a small chance into a future built to last Clear da block Make space for the next one Work to Keep the lights on Work to Keep the boots worn Work to Keep your word true.
