Around The World

This goes out to every southside around the world We Went to Virginia to visit my cousins When I was just a little table gangster Big cuz put me onto this new rapper he had a song Man I think the word was wangsta Guess I was one cause I ain't never pop nothing I ain't never trade words with opps none I ain't never had to dodge the cops none Shot em 9 times? I ain't been shot none Hmmm I'm cool with wangsta Back to the 6th grade shit I was on Had my momma's old cell phone frontin' like its on Me and lil cuz like to wrestle a lot She a girl though so I know the chest won't the spot But I play a little too rough when I'm hot And she always know the shit to say that'll get me that way So I end up imitating The Rock Let a smack down on her candy I can't curse End up accidentally throwing her head first She crying I'm like "Chill, chill, chill, chill, please, chill, chill chill" While all the white folks had a picture of Lassie Niggas had a picture of Haile Selassie And good weed only need one hit like Cassie My nigga so white and the feds phone tap me They think we all Thugs they be tryna slatt slatt me If you wanna make a bet That you think things could be better real soon You gonna have to Cash App me I think Can't wait for the weekend See the sunrise on the southside Kick it with my niggas Naieve minds Summer of '99 This goes out to every southside around the world Every southsider around the world Momma took us shoppin at the outlets That's why I come back to school lookin like the plug Happy cause a bad lil bitch In my algebra class come to school lookin like a drug Dipset dropped had all the little niggas Round town plottin on lookin like a blood Beat a nigass just to put him in the gang Man they had self hate looking like it's love I ain't never had no hate in my bones or my body bout a bitch School of hard knocks Nigga say they going to the trunk to go and get your scholarship And your homeboys soul got expelled he ain't really duck like platypus Least when he died he was shining Man them diamonds clear like scientologists Get back, get back, what the police yelled on the dispatch I don't wanna die I just wanna nextel chip I just wanna write songs, man I wish that people knew me I just want the girl from the mall In the camo pants to come right here recruit me Baby I can use 100 percent of that brain Percent of that brain like Lucy Can't wait for the weekend See the sunrise on the southside Kick it with my niggas Naieve minds Summer of '99 I'll never forget that day Dez got jumped into the gang White tee filled with blood stains Blame it on the lack of the presence of a man T. Jones doing all that she can