SoufSide (feat. John Lockett)
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
Southern born survivor
I'm surprised that I'm still alive
Cause on this side you be blessed to see twenty five
The homie got killed and I seen it with my own eyes
I ain't gon' lie that shit really had me terrified
Ptsd made it hard for me to sleep at night and during the day
I ain't even wanna go outside
I tried to pray but at the time I ain't have faith in god cause
How he let this happen? It's like the devil more active
It's like god got the words but be lackin with his action
It's like he miss the big games but, be showin up for practice
Now my nigga dead and gone yea his body burned to ashes
He ain't even have a viewing cause he had a closed casket
How is my momma felt? shit I can only imagine
It was so unexpected yea, real fucking tragic
It's like he was just here then disappeared like magic
Now I keep me a strap cause I feel the need to have it on the
Soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
It's life on the soufside, soufside, soufside,soufside
I still hear the screams and I still hear the sirens
And I still got memories of me and my nigga rhyming
At the park freestyling off the top of the dome
No microphone to record what was said
But, I could've sworn my nigga said he was dead but he was living
Maybe he was seeing something I didn't
He used to tell me nigga we broke but we gon' fix it
A twelve year old little boy but his mind was different, like more advanced but
He ain't get the chance to show the world what he had planned so
Here I am at twenty four years later
Writing lyrics in my notes
Dropping songs to get the paper
With my nigga on my mind, wishing he was still alive
Cause he gave me motivation
Like nigga ain't you tired of waiting? hoping and praying
The shit he was saying was hitting deep
He really knew that it was more than the streets
A better life for niggas like me on the southeast
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
It's life on the soufside, soufside, soufside,soufside
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
Southern born survivor
I'm surprised that I'm still alive
Cause on this side you be blessed to see twenty five
The homie got killed and I seen it with my own eyes
I ain't gon' lie that shit really had me terrified
Ptsd made it hard for me to sleep at night and during the day
I ain't even wanna go outside
I tried to pray but at the time I ain't have faith in god cause
How he let this happen? It's like the devil more active
It's like god got the words but be lackin with his action
It's like he miss the big games but, be showin up for practice
Now my nigga dead and gone yea his body burned to ashes
He ain't even have a viewing cause he had a closed casket
How is my momma felt? shit I can only imagine
It was so unexpected yea, real fucking tragic
It's like he was just here then disappeared like magic
Now I keep me a strap cause I feel the need to have it on the
Soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
It's life on the soufside, soufside, soufside,soufside
I still hear the screams and I still hear the sirens
And I still got memories of me and my nigga rhyming
At the park freestyling off the top of the dome
No microphone to record what was said
But, I could've sworn my nigga said he was dead but he was living
Maybe he was seeing something I didn't
He used to tell me nigga we broke but we gon' fix it
A twelve year old little boy but his mind was different, like more advanced but
He ain't get the chance to show the world what he had planned so
Here I am at twenty four years later
Writing lyrics in my notes
Dropping songs to get the paper
With my nigga on my mind, wishing he was still alive
Cause he gave me motivation
Like nigga ain't you tired of waiting? hoping and praying
The shit he was saying was hitting deep
He really knew that it was more than the streets
A better life for niggas like me on the southeast
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
We on the soufside, soufside, soufside, soufside
It's life on the soufside, soufside, soufside,soufside
Credits
Writer(s): Deandre Kenney
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