Westside Bound 3 (feat. Joseph Chilliams)

And I'm from the part of the city that they don't be talking about, aye

I'm still at my grandmama house, aye

Mad house on Madison, middle school graduate

Coulda been trafficking but I would rather do better than my uncle had

And my head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip

Ey, ey, westside **** go cray

Ey, westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Oh, and I'm from the part of the city that they don't be talking about

I'm still at my grandmama house

Mad house on Madison, middle school graduate

Coulda been trafficking but I would rather do better than my uncle had

And my head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip

Slept on a pallet, promised my mama I'd turn it to palace

My granny house is right by Wallace's Catfish Corner

Below and behold what is below zero

And you watch your best friend in the corner, huh

And now I no longer even know him

Used to hoop daily, we thought he was Jordan

He went on to high school but dropped out a junior

I went on to college, he went on to shooter

He went on to juvie, I went on tour, hey

Bicycle with the juice in a wheel and if you was a real ****

We wouldn't have to hit to keep 'proving yourself

'Cause who really cares about what side of the block you're repping

Your whereabouts will keep you separate, I lost some **** to some weapons

That's why I'm walking like I'm welcome, ay

Hennessy, but they don't buy that, just pour it on the curb

We blind it like an eye patch

Till your boys in a hearse, ay, ay

Where the west side at?

Shot the thug, shot the nerd

Hey, shot the kids claiming Chi-raq

Know you were born in the burbs, boy

Westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Hey, and I'm from the part of the city that they don't be talking about, aye

I gave the westside a new meaning

I took it to the Europeans, the police took my ****'s freedom

I'd probably be in there with him 'cause, honestly, I think just like all my ****

And honestly I shoulda reached out to Twista

Like, hey bro, I got one, I need you on this one

Austin, Division, ironic that that's the divide

Below the poverty line

My mother was on the southside

Z-money told me he was lyin'

I caught the bus off on Pine

I say my word double time

Knock on wood, I have not ever been robbed

But a few **** tried on the train on my way to school a couple times

Westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Westside **** go cray

Uh, and I'm from a part of the city, I was sitting on my front porch

When I saw my first titty

By the thought of Westside

Up when I was five, watching Pac dissing Biggie

Ole' Fifth off of Madison, eating Uncle Remis, fuck a Whole Foods

Shorty used to act like stone cold

Flipping **** off, cracking cold brews

Westside Prep was my old school

The block was hot like Suzanne Somers

Seeing someone that got hit with a shotty

Walk a block while they shoot at his body

Cops came, started lifting his body

I went back to watching Nicktoons

Watch your back when it's mid June

You could always be my big spoon

Know you in the hood when you see the poles

With a blue light, steady, flashing like cheerleader clothes

I remember letters in the first grade, 'cause of GD's and fours

Mama speaking in code, tryna get a job at the store

Never gonna get it like En Vogue

All my westside **** go