Southside Story

I done learned from mistakes like who's my men?

And who's not? Like who is gon' run, and who's not?

Like who is gon' shoot if you shot?

Who gon' hold they own, who's not?

Who goin' to the spots?

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

When I was 10 years old I seen a **** take three in the head

Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed

I stayed awake 'cause my nightmares was seeing him dead

Smell of burnt tires peeling after leaving him with lead

The killer fled with a fucking laugh, my heart pumping on blast

I just stared at him, slumped in the grass

Arms moving, fingers shaking spitting up blood

DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug

There I stood stiffer than wood, see homie used to buy me candy

Now he's gone, who gon' provide for his family?

My ear ringing, I should have been running, I never thought I'd be that sick

Damn, I wasn't supposed to see that shit

That's when I thought, there was more than three shots

He could have been aiming for me, maybe he circled around the block

I turned around to my pops, he like, What happened?

This **** rolled up and started clapping, I can still hear him laughing

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

It was a regular day in Southside, sprinklers and kids running

All of a sudden heads turning, somebody did something

This **** name I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block

Regular getting money ****, but loved to clown a lot

Walked across the park stunting, fronting

Diamonds in his ears, diamond watch on, eatin' a bag of popcorn

Walked up behind shorty, grabbing that waist

She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face

She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it

Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a second

Been here and paying no mind, called her a bitch about four times

Stayed in the park, with no **** with him and no nine

And then in no time, older **** from behind swung a baseball bat

Left his face all cracked

Told him, Take all that, hit him again, popped his chain with a frown

And left the clown with a stain on the ground

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

Now all my days go by blowing that sticky, icky

California made me picky chicken-heads tryna stick me with a hickey

If we blow up quickly, stick me somewhere tipsy

The location don't matter, I'm Southside until they hit me

I'd be dead if looks could kill, I'm from the ghetto, boys

But I don't know Scarface or Bushwick Bill

My heart spills for the kids that ain't got nothing

And got to stealing from my cousin in law slumped over the steering wheel

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody

**** will run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty

Loyalty comes free and smoking weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body