Matt Rashad - Sidekick (feat. Stoic)

Tank low in the white whip on a Friday
One stop, it's a night trip, take the highway
These raps got me three stacks, word to Andre
Club packed, got the blunt wrap, it's the entrée
Don't go thru the front door, take the sideway
Don't talk to me like that, what did I say
Old chick on the sideline, call that X-Ray
You can be my sidekick for the next day

Running through the streets in a plain white tee
Spent a few bucks on a Fake ID
Lost in the sauce, I should feel so free
Paranoid thoughts in my fifth floor suite
Climbing up the fence in my ripped up jeans
I could play defense like a young Sean Lee
I know how you feel, you should get like me
Pop a couple pills, make you feel so free
Downtown hoes, and they love to count crows
Club lights glow, as I dance with Ms. Jones
Saw a few friends, Are they friends, are they foes
You don't move rocks, boy you just throw stones
On that path to self destruction
Smoke till I can't function
Pull up with my posse
Then we got that party jumping
Stone cold bitch, she stunning
Blew me like a trumpet
Cops are parked out front, so
Fuck that shit, I'm running

Tank low in the white whip on a Friday
One stop, it's a night trip, take the highway
These raps got me three stacks, word to Andre
Club packed, got the blunt wrap, it's the entrée
Don't go thru the front door, take the sideway
Don't talk to me like that, what did I say
Old chick on the sideline, call that X-Ray
You can be my sidekick for the next day

Took a flight to see my Dad
In the city of Palms
Used to question what he did
Like why'd he cheat on my mom
Only got one life to live
What's the need for a grudge
His new family at the crib
Always showing me love
Some rappers act like politicians, Why you telling us lies
Thank god my mom is in remission, praying she wouldn't die
See I was laying in the kitchen throwing peace to the sky
Now I'm laying with your bitch and she be feeling the vibe
I'm on that path to self destruction
Smoke till I can't function
Pull up with my posse
Then we got that party jumping
Stone cold bitch, she stunning
Blew me like a trumpet
Cops are parked out front, so
Fuck that shit, I'm running

Tank low in the white whip on a Friday
One stop, it's a night trip, take the highway
These raps got me three stacks, word to Andre
Club packed, got the blunt wrap, it's the entrée
Don't go thru the front door, take the sideway
Don't talk to me like that, what did I say
Old chick on the sideline, call that X-Ray
You can be my sidekick for the next day

Written by:
Matt Sarasin

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