Risin' from the Wasteland

Lyrics

“Ayo, Woodway, 2011, Bread Gang, man… we was wildin’. Let’s take it back.”
Man, seems like it was yesterday mobbin through Woodway blowing a blunt like I had nothin left to say.
It was dog wood street blowin blunts with the homies everyday more than once.
Didn’t matter if it was the bammer weed I still remember throwing dueces to the tree Albert blowin em.
It was back 2011 we were chillin it was cool.
Kickin with McDaniel and the homie Bonya who was the dude slangin roots.
Woodway high school was unstoppable running from Fred Gooker was inevitable.
Bonya me and Anthony running shit hard like it was another day meant to be.
Edmonds PD, please it was my daddy’s SERGEANT Cameron come get me.
We were bangin liners out the 95 Buick.
Once school was out hell you already knew it.
Bonya on the corner flippin packs as if he knew it throwin middle fingers in the rear view passin 711 on 212th street cops behind while we were bumping Gucci like screw you.
Bread Gang, we was mobbin’ through the streets, yeah,
Woodway nights, blowin’ smoke, livin’ free, yeah.
From the Buick to the Jag, we earned it,
Gold dreams, Bread Gang, we burned it.
Woodway wasteland, that’s the crew,
Risin’ from the bottom, yeah, you know what we do.
If you had a bad day then holler at Ben Richards that dude will you chill real soon but he’s gotta go home to his moms up there on Sea View.
Stoggy D in the back in that 350z with the tree.
Passing clouds of smoke gotta kam don’t ya think G?
Mobin into Perrinville bout to scoop Reeve for 4 DP.
What’s that up there burning. Oh shee that’s the abandon old house burning like its Chief Keef.
Wonder who did it because it definitely wasn’t Wicker believe me I was working at the QFC with BC it was all Kenny.
I swear it. Wrote it on all my statements or anywhere that saw it.
My brothas meet Jake D at the wharf I heard he was stuck in it.
Drifting the WRX as we pulled up.
So many crazy stories I swear I threw up.
This is my crew we earned it, what’s that engine hummin what is it?
Oh shoot that’s the homie Stacks too.
Popped a bottle of triple Cs his nose on sum too.
Bread Gang, we was mobbin’ through the streets, yeah,
Woodway nights, blowin’ smoke, livin’ free, yeah.
From the Buick to the Jag, we earned it,
Gold dreams, Bread Gang, we burned it.
Woodway wasteland, that’s the crew,
Risin’ from the bottom, yeah, you know what we do.
(This is the crew we burned it, Wicker sleepin’ in the Buick he must of kermed it.
Fast forward 12 years looking back on the things we did.
Bro we did good and bad but you had to earn it.
Gold is the damn future and we learned it.
Now the crew is split up in USA nationally.
Zack Donald flying Jet Blue internationally,
Richards is gone too living in LA in the same damn bad mood like he has to be,
Jake’s over in Manson doing god knows what like it’s always catastrophe,
Now I’m sittin here in my Wicker wasteland quite happily knowing that my homie Anthony is just zoom draining down the street,
You already know Ree