Yung Stique - West Side

We used to wake up early stomach growling looking for a lick
Naggin lil bitch she eat the dick but she can’t cook no grits
Came from the mud and I ain no clown just cause they say I’m IT
Cars full of slugs , you spend this block then you gone need permission
Gotta take that shit you dish it
Feel like I’m bullet proof but bodies droppin everyday inside my city
Add you to that number you go against it
Down to risk it all to see my dawgs winning
Beat the body don’t need no co defendant
Shawty ridin shotgun wit a shotty wit him
And he won’t go fa shit
Play pussy you get hit , he ain gone squabble witcha
Trynna ease that pain he got a three five and a bottle wittem
I speak for him like a politician
Cause it been days we ain had a pot to piss in
Whether in the bottom or that ave We been takin plugs off and taxin them like Uncle Sam
She gone take her clothes off because these hoes no who I am
Can’t hit these hoes raw cause they go crazy when I slay em
Aye I come from a city where they beefin wit they fam
Caughtem slippin off them jiggas left him leanin like a zan
Hit his brother fa a lick and blew dat money like a fan
Fuck round and shot his partner cause that girl was off a gram
They put you in them cuffs you no you goin to that ham
And the kids no all my songs cause they got dreams to be the man
And they no I’m down to die bout all dez verses I be sayin
And they no that I ain playin
How we grew up in that
Westsiiiiiiidddee WestSiiiiiiide
WestSiiiiiiiide WestSiiiiiide
You no we sacrifice a lot fa dis shit we trynna make it to the top wit this shit
Westsiiiiiiidddee WestSiiiiiiide
WestSiiiiiiiide WestSiiiiiide
The struggle be puttin clothes on yo soul we got adapted to sleepin n the cold
Shit get deadly on that WestSide
She gone lemme fuck her from the back because I’m heavy on that westside
I put that pressure on her back she yellin WestSide
She gone lemme put it on her face say that’s her best side
She ain got no kids I let her catch mine
I’m just a nigga from the dub
And I grew with them niggas that you see me with in clubs
And I blew up with them niggas that I grew up wit I love
My protege my thug we got it out the mud
Still quick to kill each other disrespect me then it’s blood
You slidin wit some niggas that Ain even from yo hood
And just because you grew up here don’t guarantee you good
Them hood rules still apply you put that money on the wood
Put the hood on my back and I ran a marathon
Gavem knowledge I feel like Farrakhan
An eye for an eye don’t get the job done
Cause a injury we gone bury one
Shit done changed on that WestSide
They switchin gangs false claimin tellin names on that WestSide
They countin days in that WestSide
Feel like it summer everyday and I’m still hanging in that WestSide
Shit done changed on that WestSide
They switchin gangs false claimin tellin names on that WestSide
They countin days in that WestSide
Feel like it summer everyday and I’m still hanging in that WestSide
How we grew up in that
Westsiiiiiiidddee WestSiiiiiiide
WestSiiiiiiiide WestSiiiiiide
You no we sacrifice a lot fa dis shit we trynna make it to the top wit this shit
Westsiiiiiiidddee WestSiiiiiiide
WestSiiiiiiiide WestSiiiiiide
The struggle be puttin clothes on yo soul we got adapted to sleepin in the cold

Written by:
Sabastrian Williams

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