Fuck your bitch and the clique you claim I'm a Westside rider, come equipped with Hmm, this how I'm feelin' right now (ayy) Nah, but look, man I just wanna let y'all know I really be out here goin' through the most and it's It ain't nothin' wrong with goin' through the most As long as you go through the most, you feel me? But, you know, we be out here Chin up, chest out, head to the sky Cause gangsters don't cry, look, uh Fuck your bitch and the clique you claim I'm a Westside rider, comin' quick with flame Motherfuck love, fuck guilt and shame 4Hunnid everythin', from the fit to the chain They salty, I represent the clique, they tryna fault me Get off me, the opp look for opportunities to off me I'm bossy, I move like the president and it cost me You lost me, I changed for the better and you fault me Treat him like a ghost, if I see him, I never saw him Silence is deadly and it be killin' you softly They link and talk bad about me, they have parties Big lip niggas talk too much, Steve Harvey When I see 'em, I press 'em, they like "sorry" You gulli-gulli island niggas turnin' to barney But real estate is what the trauma brought me Stay in the crib, take care of them kids is what it taught me Listen, when it come to these hoes, I'm like tristan But listen, when it come to the gang, I'm like a christian Praise the guys who was here before my existence Who kept it gangster, that's code, it's my commitment And with that comes calls and conditions Legitimate reasons to murder opps while they slippin Over a bitch, she left the homie out commission And we seen it all on tape, now we trippin This is what you slidin' for, this what you signed up for Get snitched on and hit with life is what you signed up for Fuck that, rewind it, switch the vibings, boy Turned the block into fashion, I'm a designer, boy They'd rather see you fucked up, down bad When you finally overcame this shit, they had you down bad Imagine it, real life if it sound bad The silver linin' runnin' through my black plaid My nigga gotta drink to this My niggas gotta drink to this (fuck me up) Fuck that, gotta drink to this Fuck that, gotta drink to this (I said pour me up") My nigga, have a drink to this My nigga, have a drink to this (let me get another shot) Fuck that, gotta drink to this Fuck that, gotta drink to this (alright, alright, I'm done) You was my boy, you had to be Starvin' for greatness, we had to eat You was my boy, we was in the streets Then you made it and turned industry I'm emotional, I don't know how to cope with folks Who shady, no, call me but replay me close It's crazy though, when I start blamin' folks Who poof for they foul play, they never claim it though Respect lost We checkin' all bitch niggas off the list, yeah, yeah, he checked off Gotta show 'em what neglect cost Brotherly love, this is pep talk I was there for you, I was there for you Broke your bro heart, he really cared for you You probably got some shit to say about me too But switchin' up on gang, I wasn't there to do My nigga gotta drink to this My niggas gotta drink to this (I am fucked up) Fuck that, gotta drink to this Fuck that, gotta drink to this (how many drinks you been takin) My nigga, have a drink to this My nigga, have a drink to this (nigga, I'm drunk) Fuck that, gotta drink to this Fuck that, gotta drink to this (fuck this shit, I'm done)

This side of town, this side of town This side of town, this side of town This side of town We slow it down a little and take it here to kill it These stompin' grounds Is where I grew up, everybody knew us Some people call it heaven, some people call it hell I guess it's what you make it, feels like I'm doin' well Most of us end up stuck, some get it out the mud Fake it or make it, baby, might even break it 'cause This side of town We like to turn it up, we like to get loud These stompin' grounds That we were raised on, that's where we came from It's a map dot town, it's them fields of gold It's that first pump shotgun in that hand you hold It's some moonshine with a bonfire that we're burnin' down Just hop in, girl, and let me show you 'round This side of town, this side of town Everybody knows what's on this side of town This side of town, this side of town Everybody knows what's on this side of town This side of town Sky pink, river brown These roads, my crown And I run 'em in somethin' muscle like a bat outta hell Flames shootin' out the pipes like a freight train at night And we ain't rollin' home 'til the gaslight is bright 'Til that shotgun rider's passed out and tired And these back truck tires are showin' every damn wire This side of town We like to turn it up, we like to get wild These stompin' grounds That we were raised on, that's where we came from It's a map dot town, it's them fields of gold It's that first pump shotgun in that hand you hold It's some moonshine with a bonfire that we're burnin' down Just hop in, girl, and let me show you 'round This side of town, this side of town This side of town, this side of town This side of town We like to turn it up, we like to get loud These stompin' grounds That we were raised on, that's where we came from It's a map dot town, it's them fields of gold It's that first pump shotgun in that hand you hold It's some moonshine with a bonfire that we're burnin' down Just hop in, girl, and let me show you 'round This side of town, this side of town 'Cause everybody knows what's on this side of town This side of town, this side of town 'Cause everybody knows what's on this side of town

Cash out Go to Prada I need clothes Go to melrose for some hoes I'm in LA at the grove White air forces, I stay low Marino shirt, underneath, the pole Gotta stay fresh, RIP Bankroll Lightskin shorty, like Keyshia Cole I love that bitch, X and O Paycheck I see decimals Codeine taste like jello Might grow my hair like Melo Neon lights, my car glow Back to the future like Marty McFly Pour up a deuce cause I gotta stay high I drive the whip I touch her thighs When I pull out my dick don't act surprised I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what its like to be up on this side I don't know what it is (She said she want to go to Jamaica) Is it me or how I live? (I tell her close her eyes you can be anywhere you wanna be) (Damn) You dig what I'm saying? (Nah fr) (Damn, aye Cruddy) Cruddy Murda Been through some shit, got a hell of a story Bought me a watch Put me more in my glory Come to my spot you can never record me I tryna get it and better my people Tryna show 'em a little more cause they know I get even(?) I hate all the rumors a nigga been hearing I'm getting this paper Them niggas pretending I need a preacher A nigga been sinning' I took some L's but I'm usually winning I poured a deuce of the Wock and I added some Quai Thats just how a nigga been sipping' I pulled out a hundred and showed her its me She buy me a pint I might get on one knee Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet When I lift up my arm thats a quarter on me I don't know what it is We gone get this shit as long as they print this shit man Is it me, or how I live? Know what I'm saying? Brick on my wrist You gotta feel what its like Long live the men (To be here on this side) Free all the guys RIP A$AP Yams (I don't know what it is) Big sheets and funnel on deck Is it me or how I live? Lost Boys, ASAP shit man Marino Infantry shit man Taking over man for the 2000s n*ga (You'll die to feel what it's like) To be here on this side Don't know what I got, but it's hot Maybe it's my style that drives em wild Maybe it's the dough or the clothes Baby I don't know, I don't know (On my motherfuckin flavor flav shit) Don't know what I got, but it's hot (500 bitches in the crib like Ray J) Maybe its my style, that drives em Wild (and we still spinning the bin for OG) Maybe it's the dough or the clothes Baby I don't know, I don't know (I don't know) I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what it's like, to be here on this side I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? Youll die to feel what it like, to be here on this side Aye aye spizz man, pour that four up let's get high my boy

Boy boy boy boy Wraps his arm around a skinny thing Naked around, naked around, naked around Naked around the middle She's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag Cruising cubicles Cash thrills Cruising and thinking, a cap and hood Straps hanging down your black legs (Pig pig pig pig Stick that word out at your best mark Remember, remember, remember, remembering) All your sundays come back to haunt me I like to hurt myself like this sometimes What you want from me this time Do you want a spoon Carrying another wound Like an addiction When you caught your affliction I'm in a rage, i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage I knew i refused to hand it over Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me I know what's going to happen next (Stood at the next table touching the lips with love) Okay now it's clear you can look Clean clean There's something (chromium) Tattooed dad is getting dirty And a (tired thing, boooze) Off with your head off with your head Your razor wire beauty You're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight But sometimes you gotta show them I like to hurt myself like this sometimes What you want from me this time Do you want a spoon Carrying another wound Like an addiction When you caught your affliction

To be loved is a thrilling sensation, as thrilling as can be Though it happens in every nation, they greet if differently Every mademoiselle with pasoolala, every Englishman talks to his patter Every spittin' Venetian goes tra la la and the Irish say Mother Machree But when I look at you and I thrill like I do, there is only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Certain characters hi-diddle-diddle when cupid comes along Some mechanics shift gears in the middle and drummers kick the gong Every cowboy I know hollers yipee-a-ay Every clown in the circus goes hoopla Every sailor in port hollers anchors aweigh And an Indian gives you a ugg! But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight There's only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh, boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine

Words that pull the trigger fear the laughing sound Haunts you to consider love might turn you around To face a blind emotion words like 'hey, let's try' Words like think it over they just don't apply I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) Love is what you make it, love the overflow Play if you can take it some they just don't know If all the rules they are making, break somebody's heart What's the use in taking babies fall apart I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) Realize that love is just is just a word That goes unheard in a situation Of exploration Where love is nothing and you are all I can see This boy's in love with you You're everything I can see This boy's in love with you You have taken it all away from me Words that pull the trigger fear the laughing sound Haunts you to consider love might turn you around To face a blind emotion words like 'hey let's try' Words like think it over they just don't apply I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy)