Wildside (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, sprayin' K's

Every day we gettin' paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood

And come spend a day in my trap

Get your paper right and that yay some good

But just keep a tool in your lap

My lil' partner holdin' that work

**** want weight then keep around back

Better not violate on my turf

****, yesterday just died like that

Ain't no investigation, no statements

And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit

Pull up after dark with that jewelry on

To come see a bitch, that what he get

We on dark roads with no street lights

That pistol play after fist fights

And them geek monsters walk all night

With they crack pipes, tryna get right

Midnight, we shoot dice

The whole house smelling like cooked crack

You beat me, and you talk shit

You get shot, bitch, and I took that

Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I blow

This shit, to you, might sound wild

But this life is all I know

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, sprayin' K's

Every day we gettin' paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Can you picture me back in '93

Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed

Cut school, made ten G

Thirteen, trying to get keys

At fifteen, I was full grown

Get wrong, get bust on

My uncle gave me a bunch of work

And that shit was gone by the next morning

Young, wild **** runnin' with me

Homicide wasn't nothin' to us

Dead body wasn't nothin' to see

That pistol play was just fun to us

I was nineteen with two felonies

One of my best friends had a life sentence

How my uncle Fred was just like me

And had a bunch of partners no longer living

All about that cocaine dealing

No education, no pot to piss in

Old school on chrome wheel

Window tinted, pistol hidden

That's the shit that I come from

In my heart, fear ain't none

Stand tall, I can't run

From that wildside that I walk on

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, sprayin' K's

Every day we gettin' paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

All I ever did was pit on

All my old friends tryna get on

Shorty fell out making diss songs

Never talk down when I get home

Ain't the type of **** you can shit on

Hundred spokes, brick, chrome

God body, big bone

That's hard body, Jim Jones

**** know the sound of how we switch on 'em

Finna wild out on a Tip song

Better make a toast, ****, Tip home

First get the bread, then get goin'

From the land of the lead where they spit chrome

Where most kids never get to live long

They get pissed off, get pissed on

Pistol whipped and stripped, homie

Left for a minute and they switched on me

Caught 'em talking down, turnin' bitch on me

And they snitch on me, ain't got shit on me

So my guess is, death is what they wish on me

So I'm blowin' on them candles

Closed lids and dark eyes

'Cause hate's never part time when you on that wildside

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, sprayin' K's

Every day we gettin' paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives