On This Side (feat. A$AP ANT & CruddyMurda)

Cash out Go to Prada I need clothes Go to melrose for some hoes I'm in LA at the grove White air forces, I stay low Marino shirt, underneath, the pole Gotta stay fresh, RIP Bankroll Lightskin shorty, like Keyshia Cole I love that bitch, X and O Paycheck I see decimals Codeine taste like jello Might grow my hair like Melo Neon lights, my car glow Back to the future like Marty McFly Pour up a deuce cause I gotta stay high I drive the whip I touch her thighs When I pull out my dick don't act surprised I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what its like to be up on this side I don't know what it is (She said she want to go to Jamaica) Is it me or how I live? (I tell her close her eyes you can be anywhere you wanna be) (Damn) You dig what I'm saying? (Nah fr) (Damn, aye Cruddy) Cruddy Murda Been through some shit, got a hell of a story Bought me a watch Put me more in my glory Come to my spot you can never record me I tryna get it and better my people Tryna show 'em a little more cause they know I get even(?) I hate all the rumors a nigga been hearing I'm getting this paper Them niggas pretending I need a preacher A nigga been sinning' I took some L's but I'm usually winning I poured a deuce of the Wock and I added some Quai Thats just how a nigga been sipping' I pulled out a hundred and showed her its me She buy me a pint I might get on one knee Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet When I lift up my arm thats a quarter on me I don't know what it is We gone get this shit as long as they print this shit man Is it me, or how I live? Know what I'm saying? Brick on my wrist You gotta feel what its like Long live the men (To be here on this side) Free all the guys RIP A$AP Yams (I don't know what it is) Big sheets and funnel on deck Is it me or how I live? Lost Boys, ASAP shit man Marino Infantry shit man Taking over man for the 2000s n*ga (you'll die to feel what it's like) To be here on this side Don't know what I got, but it's hot Maybe it's my style that drives em wild Maybe it's the dough or the clothes Baby I don't know, I don't know (on my motherfuckin flavor flav shit) Don't know what I got, but it's hot (500 bitches in the crib like Ray J) Maybe its my style, that drives em Wild (and we still spinning the bin for OG) Maybe it's the dough or the clothes Baby I don't know, I don't know (I don't know) I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what it's like, to be here on this side I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? Youll die to feel what it like, to be here on this side Aye aye spizz man, pour that four up let's get high my boy