Southside Story

This right here for my niggas on the Southside
Know times get tough keep your shoulders up and head high
But don't smoke too much cousin

Yeah

Just told mom my high school extra credit was cooking in a pot
She asked me did I sell it
Maybe man
Maybe not
Sorry ma don't meant to keep secrets
But at the time you was drinking
You wouldn't have noticed that shit
Anyway
It's no fault of her own
My niggas knowing how it goes
Whipping, selling, shipping the easiest way to get some dough
That's what the songs tell you
Ghetto psalms
No palms on the book but I swear on it
I got some new gear
Don't it look good
Hilfiger was born in the town
It'd be wrong not to cop a fresh down jacket
Grams sent the Christmas cash in a packet
It kept the fam afloat
But it was more raft-like
Nigga we ain't have a boat

This right here for my niggas on the Southside
Know times get tough keep your shoulders up and head high
But don't smoke too much cousin

The shit bad
The shit bad for you

Reminiscing 'bout the past don't always bring good memories
Dillon had got hit on the tracks when I had just seen him
The hail storm that took the pizza joint
When I had just eaten
Holes In my umbrella that day
Shit looked like sun beams
Some of the Niggas I came up with
Haven't moved on I get it my nigga but it's new dawn
New light paves a way for new life
Less tears from our mamas
Nigga ain't that what it's all about
It's new hope for my dogs
It's no soap on a rope for my dogs
No need to fucking push dope for my dogs
The whole kennel good
And I swear my first mil dedicated to bailing out the hood
That's my promise to

All my niggas out here on the Southside
Know times get tough keep your shoulders up and head high
But don't smoke too much cousin

Just be safe my bro