Otherside Of America

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What do you have to lose?
 You're living in poverty
 Your schools are no good
 You have no jobs
 58% of your youth is unemployed
 What the hell do you have to lose?
 Reportin' live from the other side of America
 Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (damn)
 Then I started spittin' godly, then they said record me
 I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (facts)
 Yeah, uh
 Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won't take it back
 I'm on the block with the killers and
 Holdin' my own, of course, yeah (check, check)
 I seen my mom and dad separate
 Ain't talkin' divorce (talkin' divorce)
 Said daddy was livin' by the fire
 And he died by the torch (check, check)
 I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
 Ain't have a daddy
 I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did
 I'm totin' Smith and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
 Ain't have no guidance
 We grew up with hitters and did everything they said
 Point out the block, we spinnin' that (spinnin')
 Run in the spot, we gettin' that (get it)
 Give us some work, we flippin' that (flippin')
 I'm hittin' from jail, they ain't hittin' back
 I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain't sendin' that
 I'm in my cell like, "When I get out
 I'm makin' a movie, no Cinemax" (woo)
 Yeah, back home and I'm fresh on bail
 Phone chirpin', it was next to tell
 Block poppin', it was extra sales
 Big dogs, they ain't showin' remorse
 I was beggin' just to catch a sale
 Same block, we was goin' to war
 I was prayin' I ain't catch a shell (check)
 Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
 Livin' like we tryna die tonight
 Glock .40 sound like dynamite
 I was fuckin' up my cop money
 Sellin' soap like it's China white
 OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up"
 I was mad, I was tryna fight
 Nigga, we hungry
 Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
 Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
 Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
 Reportin' live from the other side of America
 Reportin' live from the other side (yeah)
 Same corner where my brothers died (yeah)
 Livin' life, we ain't got a care
 Told my mama I ain't dyin' here (no)
 .40 on me, I ain't buyin' beer (no)
 Ain't have a will, now I'm flyin' Lear
 Bunch of felons on the jet with me
 Make a movie like it's Con Air
 Started off in the basement
 Now it's rooftops and LeBron there
 Still fightin' open cases
 Out on bail, nigga, but it's my year
 Summertime, it get cold out
 Heater on me like a Moncler
 Closet bigger than my old house
 Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there
 Came out the dirt (dirt)
 Dedicated, I was makin' it work
 Medicated, I was takin' them Percs
 Devastated when my niggas got murked
 Educated, had to get to it first
 I knew trappin', it would get me in jail
 Playin' with pistols, it would get me a hearse
 But I ain't give a fuck, send me to church (woo)
 Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (traffic)
 I ain't with none of this rap shit (rap shit)
 I've been tryna run from these caskets
 All of this pain built in me, nigga
 You don't want none of this action
 Go get some money and feed your fam
 'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster, yeah
 Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
 Livin' like we tryna die tonight
 Glock .40 sound like dynamite
 I was fuckin' up my cop money
 Sellin' soap like it's China white
 OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up"
 I was mad, I was tryna fight
 Nigga, we hungry
 Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
 Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
 Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
 Reportin' live from the other side of America
 I always dreamed too, of being like
 On like CNN and being able to like express myself
 And, and, and speak for like the
 Voiceless young men of America (do it)
 The first step, I would say
 I grew up in America in a ruthless neighborhood
 Where we were not protected by police, uh
 We grew up in ruthless environments
 We grew up around murder, you see murder
 You see seven people die a week
 I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
 Would you?
 Uh, yeah, I probably would
 

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Duration
03:38
Key
5
Tempo
147 BPM

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