Wildside
by T.I.

Album: Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head (2012)
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  • Smoking weed, riding chrome
    Only thing I've ever known
    Is walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our life

    Slangin' keys, spraying K's
    Every day we getting paid
    To walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our life

    Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
    And come spend a day in my trap
    Get your paper right and that yay some good
    But just keep a tool in your lap
    My lil' patna holding that work
    Nigga want weight then keep around back
    Betta not violate on my turf
    Nigga yesterday just died like that
    Ain't no investigation, no statements
    And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit
    Pull up after dark with that jewellery on
    To come see a bitch, that what he get it
    We on dark roads with no street lights
    That pistol play after fist fights
    And them geek monsters walk all night
    With they crack pipes tryna get right
    Midnight we shoot dice
    The whole house smelling like cooked crack
    You beat me, and you talk shit
    You get shot bitch, and I took that
    Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
    This shit to you it might sound wild
    But this life is all I know

    Smoking weed, riding chrome
    Only thing I've ever known
    Is walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our life

    Slangin' keys, spraying K's
    Every day we getting paid
    To walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our life

    Can you picture me back in '93
    Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
    Cut school, made ten G
    Thirteen, trying to get keys
    At fifteen, I was full-grown
    Get wrong, get bust on
    My uncle gave me a bunch of work
    And that shit was gone by the next morning
    Young wild nigga runnin' with me
    Homicide wasn't nothing to us
    Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
    That pistol play was just fun to us
    I was 19 with two felonies
    One of my best friend had a life sentence
    How my uncle friend was just like me
    And had a bunch of partners no longer living
    All about that cocaine dealing
    No education, no pot to piss in
    Old school, on chrome wheel
    Window tinted, pistol hidden
    That's the shit that I come from
    In my heart, fear ain't none
    Stand tall, I can't run from
    That wild side, that I walk on

    Smoking weed, riding chrome
    Only thing I've ever known
    Is walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our lives

    Slangin' keys, spraying K's
    Every day we getting paid
    To walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our lives

    All I ever did was put on
    All my old friends tryna get on
    Shorty fell out, making diss songs
    Never talk down when I get home
    Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
    Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
    God body, big bone
    That's hard body, Jim Jones
    Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
    Finna wild out on a Tip song
    Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
    First get the bread, then get going
    From the land of the lead where they spit chrome
    Where most kids never get to live long
    They get pissed off, get pissed on
    Pistol whipped and stripped, homie
    Left for a minute and they switched on me
    Caught them talking down, tryna bitch on me
    And they snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
    So my guess is death is what they wish on me
    So I'm blowing on them candles
    Closed lids and dark eyes
    Cause hate's never part time when you on that wild side

    Smoking weed, riding chrome
    Only thing I've ever known
    Is walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our life

    Slangin' keys, spraying K's
    Every day we getting paid
    To walk on the wild side
    Welcome to our life Writer/s: BRIAN KIDD, ERNEST WILSON
    Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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