South Side Story (Slowed)
Mayne
This a south side story
Top of the hill was haunted
First time I seen a zombie
I was Teri Road and Stassney
They sell tacos everywhere
That coney deals from Sonic tho
Told her I made cherry pop
That's Kool Aid on my finger
Imma Texas legend
Tighter than wrestling tee shirts
Just posted with the homies
Them Paletas was the shit
Fuck the police that's chicharones
I found 2 doobies walking
Slap boxing you fucked up if you had tee shirt with the pocket
What's that shit we smelling?
Who them niggas at the park?
Let's get closer cuz that shit smell way better than ours
Why it be the fattest niggas always tryna start shit
I don't give a fuck I stole my momma cigarettes
That soft pack of Newports
I hate them fuckin Newports
That fake Nike check on it no wonder she buy these
I brought my big bro cologne make sure we do not reek
You freestyling I got pencils for the beats nigga
South side reppin' that's what S is on my chest for
No one on my level bitch I'm higher than the next floor
Next door neighbor senorita call me mijo
Say I'm frio and I'm the reason why she kicking out her ex for
What's a cucaracha to a giant
That should do for now
I'm hot as empinadas
It's pinata way I beat it down
Grew up fuckin screwed up screwed up click influenced us
What's that shit you just threw up must be brand new to us
This whole block on lock and shit zombie apocalypse
Packs of soft or stracks you either on or off the shit
Dope boy chances just like hitting the lotto
Clock how he got the shit how you gon stop the kid
Happen to that boy how the hell I know?
One too many questions you sound like them cops and shit
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Pop was a playa
My momma worked a graveyard
Codeine Xanax don't mix too well for basketball players
I'm sluggish and I'm muggin'
I swear I had a hunnid
That's why it's fuck them downer pills
They suspect as a mutha fucka
South i-30
Outside dirty mattress
Wan smoke then match the shit
Cigarette look wet yo death wish granted
Where yo casket at?
My Cincinnati Reds jersey on
Big fan of Ken Griff
I was new to them but heard a lot of stories bout the what was
And that the last time she was in a drive-by she was six
She said 'we from Mississippi'
So we don't fuck wit a lot of people
But my cousin gotta murder charge
I'm really not surprised just wondering
If I'm the first nigga to walk you home
Wouldn't make difference now
I'd be outnumbered
You said ya mom and dad knew I was coming
Right?
May be excited but this vibe I get ain't sitting right
Four niggas out of Cadillac
Eyes went from shoe, chest, neck, hat, then back to neck
To see if I was reppin' the other side
One spoke up and said he seen me around
The others didn't speak
I went to reach out my hand
Cold silence
Two walked off
The one that spoke said the only thing that I predicted
Leaned in
Said if you ever hurt my cuzin' imma kill ya
Wasn't his eyes it was something bout the others
The eyes see stories that the soldier never told
And usually they never have to
Just a awkward demeanor
That feeling like I had to prepare for whatever demon
Hoping to either be noticed or approached with a
Conversation, Bud Light or just smoke with em
In this Griffey Cincinnati Red
Room full of Crips it wouldn't go so well if we was out there
I guess they heard the history about her family
I was satisfied looking in they eyes
Reaching for a hand shake I didn't get to no surprise
Thinking imma see these niggas all the time now
There's no disguising eyes of a killa
The soul recognizes intuition
An invitation to be aware
A warrior not a worrier
Just being aware of it's a sign of silence
Wisdom
If they don't know where you break
They won't know where to enter
This a south side story
Top of the hill was haunted
First time I seen a zombie
I was Teri Road and Stassney
They sell tacos everywhere
That coney deals from Sonic tho
Told her I made cherry pop
That's Kool Aid on my finger
Imma Texas legend
Tighter than wrestling tee shirts
Just posted with the homies
Them Paletas was the shit
Fuck the police that's chicharones
I found 2 doobies walking
Slap boxing you fucked up if you had tee shirt with the pocket
What's that shit we smelling?
Who them niggas at the park?
Let's get closer cuz that shit smell way better than ours
Why it be the fattest niggas always tryna start shit
I don't give a fuck I stole my momma cigarettes
That soft pack of Newports
I hate them fuckin Newports
That fake Nike check on it no wonder she buy these
I brought my big bro cologne make sure we do not reek
You freestyling I got pencils for the beats nigga
South side reppin' that's what S is on my chest for
No one on my level bitch I'm higher than the next floor
Next door neighbor senorita call me mijo
Say I'm frio and I'm the reason why she kicking out her ex for
What's a cucaracha to a giant
That should do for now
I'm hot as empinadas
It's pinata way I beat it down
Grew up fuckin screwed up screwed up click influenced us
What's that shit you just threw up must be brand new to us
This whole block on lock and shit zombie apocalypse
Packs of soft or stracks you either on or off the shit
Dope boy chances just like hitting the lotto
Clock how he got the shit how you gon stop the kid
Happen to that boy how the hell I know?
One too many questions you sound like them cops and shit
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Birds fly souf in the winter move em round in a rental
Pop was a playa
My momma worked a graveyard
Codeine Xanax don't mix too well for basketball players
I'm sluggish and I'm muggin'
I swear I had a hunnid
That's why it's fuck them downer pills
They suspect as a mutha fucka
South i-30
Outside dirty mattress
Wan smoke then match the shit
Cigarette look wet yo death wish granted
Where yo casket at?
My Cincinnati Reds jersey on
Big fan of Ken Griff
I was new to them but heard a lot of stories bout the what was
And that the last time she was in a drive-by she was six
She said 'we from Mississippi'
So we don't fuck wit a lot of people
But my cousin gotta murder charge
I'm really not surprised just wondering
If I'm the first nigga to walk you home
Wouldn't make difference now
I'd be outnumbered
You said ya mom and dad knew I was coming
Right?
May be excited but this vibe I get ain't sitting right
Four niggas out of Cadillac
Eyes went from shoe, chest, neck, hat, then back to neck
To see if I was reppin' the other side
One spoke up and said he seen me around
The others didn't speak
I went to reach out my hand
Cold silence
Two walked off
The one that spoke said the only thing that I predicted
Leaned in
Said if you ever hurt my cuzin' imma kill ya
Wasn't his eyes it was something bout the others
The eyes see stories that the soldier never told
And usually they never have to
Just a awkward demeanor
That feeling like I had to prepare for whatever demon
Hoping to either be noticed or approached with a
Conversation, Bud Light or just smoke with em
In this Griffey Cincinnati Red
Room full of Crips it wouldn't go so well if we was out there
I guess they heard the history about her family
I was satisfied looking in they eyes
Reaching for a hand shake I didn't get to no surprise
Thinking imma see these niggas all the time now
There's no disguising eyes of a killa
The soul recognizes intuition
An invitation to be aware
A warrior not a worrier
Just being aware of it's a sign of silence
Wisdom
If they don't know where you break
They won't know where to enter
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jason Robinson
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