Other Side of the Game
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
7 in the morning police at my door
Black Cortez dipping out the back window
Ran through the cut just to make my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my DJ Quik tape
Mad with no music
But happy cuz free
Running fast as I can down West OV
I got a scale in my pocket
With like 14 grams
Gold on my neck
And a bunch of bags
I'm a trill ass nigga
From the BTP
Picked up game from the real og's
Just living in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the boys wanted
Didn't have time to ask
But I'm rolling
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
These niggas only talking bout the fame
They talking bout the cars and the clothes and the chains
What about the other side of the game
The side with drivebys
Your mother crying
Your baby can't look you in your eyes
You gotta talk to your girl through a TV screen
You went from crowned king
To systematic
You in the box with Farrakhan, you Asiatic
28 grams, that's your supreme mathematics
You stuck now
You don't give a fuck now
You living reckless
All to buy some shoes and a necklace
Some jewels and a Lexus
Desperate times with the same measures
All the hard methods
But you rolling
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
Look
I'm trying to be a better man for me
Don't want my aunt to hear somebody killed me in the street
Don't want my soul to burn in hell
For money from drug sales
Don't want to end it on a bad note
Just wanna live long enough
For my songs to blow
To make em all know
My past pain
My flame
Don't say my name in vain
Unless you praying
I picture myself living like menace
Ask Cain
A pager and a chain
A coupe and a couple of them hoop earrings
Some skeezers throwing dirt on my name
Some buster ass niggas trying to take me out the game
But my nigga I remain
Through it all I'm the same
My nigga I'm rolling
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
7 in the morning police at my door
Black Cortez dipping out the back window
Ran through the cut just to make my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my DJ Quik tape
Mad with no music
But happy cuz free
Running fast as I can down West OV
I got a scale in my pocket
With like 14 grams
Gold on my neck
And a bunch of bags
I'm a trill ass nigga
From the BTP
Picked up game from the real og's
Just living in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the boys wanted
Didn't have time to ask
But I'm rolling
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
These niggas only talking bout the fame
They talking bout the cars and the clothes and the chains
What about the other side of the game
The side with drivebys
Your mother crying
Your baby can't look you in your eyes
You gotta talk to your girl through a TV screen
You went from crowned king
To systematic
You in the box with Farrakhan, you Asiatic
28 grams, that's your supreme mathematics
You stuck now
You don't give a fuck now
You living reckless
All to buy some shoes and a necklace
Some jewels and a Lexus
Desperate times with the same measures
All the hard methods
But you rolling
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
Look
I'm trying to be a better man for me
Don't want my aunt to hear somebody killed me in the street
Don't want my soul to burn in hell
For money from drug sales
Don't want to end it on a bad note
Just wanna live long enough
For my songs to blow
To make em all know
My past pain
My flame
Don't say my name in vain
Unless you praying
I picture myself living like menace
Ask Cain
A pager and a chain
A coupe and a couple of them hoop earrings
Some skeezers throwing dirt on my name
Some buster ass niggas trying to take me out the game
But my nigga I remain
Through it all I'm the same
My nigga I'm rolling
Rolling down the back street
Hoping they don't catch me
That's the other side of the game
Don't shoot, got my hands up
Looking for the answers
That the other side of the game
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Writer(s): Lamont Moore
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