South$ide Story

Member times was gettin' high
Steady starin' at that crown vic
Just hopin' to provide
Hopin' I could run the town quick

Make sure my niggas fly
Cuz they the only ones that's round bitch
For me, gon up they fye
If you try, man they gon sound blicks

Rhymes to feed the fam
I'm just hopin' that the sound fit
Been prayin' for a Lamb
I been playin' wit the sound pitch

No stressin' bout that bitch
She sittin' pretty, wit some round tits
My advice you bet not trust her
Cuz she litty, and she round dicks

She gon go, and that's on Blo
You know I put that on my folks
And we don't stress about no hoes
But we gon press about them rolls

Member all them days was fumblin'
And I was fuckin' up my O's
All my profit to the studio
And now I'm gettin' in my zone

Know we still gon shoot a movie tho
And I put that on my soul
Call up JB, then we roll
It ain't no problem pay a toll

RIP my brother did him cold
So now I'm on this lonely road
I just been thinkin' bout before
He used to post up at that store

On Poole road sellin' nickel bags
He was tryna get a reup
Him and bro was goin' tit for tat
But before that used to d-up

Member ballin' all in the league
We was hopin' we could be up
Now he gone, I'm killin' beats
And for my fallen Ima t-up

Know my bro would do the same
If I somehow perished fast
He got me movin' like a menace
Wit my lurkin terrorist ass

You was somewhere chasin' pussy
Worried bout the fairest ass
I was servin' wit a fully
On the grind, I cherished cash

But I don't mean to knock you nigga
Really hope yo marriage last
Cuz my ex bitch broke my heart
And then I felt embarrassed bad

If it's broke, repair it fast
Keep her close, just care to last
After fights, don't let her go
Just grab her, joke and share a laugh

Hella hours in the studio
From the night, until the sun up
Gotta watch out for these groupie hoes
Cuz they tryna get a one up

Me and bro we got that sauna flow
We just hopin' we could come up
If you run up, you a goner bro
Betta duck, I lift my gun up