Otherside Of America

Album: single release only (2020)
Charted: 64
  • 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 &'s 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 hiittin' 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 popppin', 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 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 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 to being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself
    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 grow up in a 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 Writer/s: Antonio Jimenez, Leonard Williams, Michael Bennett, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Tim S Schoegje
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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