38 Sides (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Al Geno on the track

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ayy, ayy

Things just ain't the same, I
Forever gon' bang with the same side
Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin'
I just know this her first and last time ridin'
Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger
I came from out the streets, but I'm a rockstar
I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar

She wan' come with me to Cap, I told her uh-uh
Rich and I'm my family misfit
Me and DDawg in middle school plannin' on steppin' on shit
Young nigga without no screws, I'm known to break in your shit
I plan on facing a bitch after you takin' my lick
Full of Xans in a cop car
Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I'ma die hard
Assassination lifestyle, they don't try hard
Broke hearts tryna see how I'm gon' play my cards
Tuck my chain and I hop out behind my boys

Things just ain't the same, I
Forever gon' bang with the same side
Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin'
I just know this her first and last time ridin'
Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger
I came from out the streets, but I'm a rockstar
I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar

If you ugly, pull up bustin', who the fuck died?
In Hell, be some killin' without killin'
Omar founded Blood inside of Rikers 'cause the Latins was drillin'
Jeff with Almighty Black P where I start learnin' my history
Had a false claim, they ass a teacher, I got an offer and took seriously
One nigga cryin', one nigga smilin', as I look in the mirror
Ayy, that broke shit like a virus, niggas don't wanna come near it
Hellcat switchin' lanes, drive this bitch just like a Cherokee
Somethin' finna change, I just bought that ho some Tiffany
No, I'm not a rapper, I'm just talking with some melody
Ain't talking on no Apple phone, police tryna bury me
Push-to-start, how I drive my car, that bitch be scared of keys
Bad bitch and she from the A, I had to let her be
They know that I'ma ball, quick to roll, call it Lou Will
Bernie Mac deceased, but I'ma still get these dollar bills
I still don't know how to live, I been alive for 21 years
Sit in the back of that Ghost, I'm tryna disappear
Ayy, tell 'em if they gon' kill me, don't kill me at the crib
I do not fear y'all, I'm still rocking Fear of God
The streets not fittin' y'all, my body full of fentanyl
They downloaded hate, was gone before it installed
Full of tabs in a cop car
Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I'ma die hard
Assassination lifestyle, they don't try hard
Broke hearts tryna see how I'm gon' play my cards
Tuck my chain and I hop out behind my boys

Things just ain't the same, I
Forever gon' bang with the same side
Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin'
I just know this her first and last time ridin'
Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger
I came from out the streets, but I'm a rockstar
I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar
She wan' come with me to Cap, I told her uh-uh



Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Kobe Crawford, Gene Hixon, Lucas Grob
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