SouthSide Ft. GML

 

Sometimes to open a heart, you got to tear it apart

I know that sounds disloyal, but life is all about struggle

Some people decide to get political, some people stay humble

Some people diss like Kendrick, some people are poetic

Some people think they’re better, yet they feel too much pressure

Some people, you know what, I’m out of ideas, my plan goes to pieces

On some south side side of things, some people committing a homicide

Why can’t people stand in pride, like a criminal is always unidentified

Why can’t we stay together like some fried chicken, ride together because we Christian

Our religion, I love when people say, trust the vision, so start your engine

I’m rapping and singing like im made out of heaven, now let’s hand the mic to a true veteran

Br4ckett, thank you for the chance, I hope my voice made you dance

 

 

South side, my demons fried like chicken, shooting my shot with precision

Like GML just said, Trust the vision, make the right decision

Love my dogs, like I love my girl, create a paradox, sneaky like a fox

South side bitches wanna make me dance, only give them one chance, don’t crash the plans

Like hmm, you my SZA from the south, I’ll train you good like yoda dog, here’s my vows

Rappers be wondering who im gonna train, used to say no one but now i realize I was insane

I used people for my own gain, joined in on beefs i aint know sides on

But it worked now im running my marathon. Switching sides like ping pong

I hear this song on the radio, you know I’m running the show, switch it up like SZA would

I’m going to Hollywood, prolly gon visit Compton, driving in Aston Martin

No, that would be disrespectful, and I ain’t trying to end up on the news

Tom cruise, if you snooze, you lose, how can I refuse, I need to start speaking my truth

I know I ain’t bulletproof, when I got shot, that was proof, why should I live longer

When all of my friends end up in line to start the slaughter, it’s a fucking holocaust in hoods

Yet people don’t realize the struggles in some neighborhoods, the obstacles, the troubles

And worst of all the cold blooded killers, aint afraid of pulling the triggers

Those fucking killers, they painting pictures with blood, crazy, making their own scriptures

Just a bunch of sinners, not listeners, just wanting some figures