Otherside Of America

What do you have to lose You’re living in poverty Your schools are no good You have no jobs 58% of your youth is unemployed What the hell do you have to lose Reportin' live from the other side of America Mama let me sip the forty I was just a shorty Damn Then I started spittin' godly then they said 'record me' I feel like this shit was for me this shit just my story Facts Yeah uh Jumped off the porch uh I got a Porsche won't take it back I'm on the block with the killers and holdin' my own of course Yeah check check I seen my mom and dad separate ain't talkin' divorce Talkin' divorce Said daddy was livin' by the fire and he died by the torch Check check I'm where the AKs is we like the Bebe's Kids Ain't have a daddy I listened to suckas the same way that Ray Ray did I'm totin' Smith &'s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid Ain't have no guidance we grew up with hitters and did everything they said Point out the block we spinnin' that Spinnin' Run in the spot we gettin' that Get it Give us some work we flippin' that Flippin' I'm hittin' from jail they ain't hittin' back I need a lawyer money for commissary and nobody ain't sendin' that I'm in my cell like When I get out I'm makin' a movie no Cinemax Woo Yeah back home and I'm fresh on bail Phone chirpin' it was next to Tell Block poppin' it was extra sales Big dogs they ain't showin' remorse I was beggin' just to catch a sale Same block we was goin' to war I was prayin' I ain't catch a shell Check Uh we was starvin' for a thousand nights Livin' like we tryna die tonight Glock 40 sound like dynamite I was fuckin' up my cop money Sellin' soap like it's China white OG's said You fuckin' the block up I was mad I was tryna fight Nigga we hungry Mama at work daddy he dead nigga we lonely Stomach growlin' like a AMG goin' to bed we hungry Uzi on me all my friends are dead nigga we lonely Reportin' live from the other side of America Reportin' live from the other side Yeah Same corner where my brothers died Yeah Livin' life we ain't got a care Told my mama I ain't dyin' here No 40 on me I ain't buyin' beer No Ain't have a will now I'm flyin' Lear Bunch of felons on the jet with me Make a movie like it's Con Air Started off in the basement Now it's rooftops and LeBron there Still fightin' open cases Out on bail nigga but it's my year Summertime it get cold out Heater on me like a Moncler Closet bigger than my old house Thinkin' 'bout it I was fine there Came out the dirt Dirt Dedicated I was makin' it work Medicated I was takin' them Percs Devastated when my niggas got murked Educated had to get to it first I knew trappin' it would get me in jail Playin' with pistols it would get me a hearse But I ain't give a fuck send me to church Woo Yeah they gotta catch me in traffic Traffic I ain't with none of this rap shit Rap shit I've been tryna run from these caskets All this pain built in me nigga You don't want none of this action Go get some money and feed your fam 'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster yeah Uh we was starvin' for a thousand nights Livin' like we tryna die tonight Glock 40 sound like dynamite I was fuckin' up my cop money Sellin' soap like it's China white OG's said You fuckin' the block up I was mad I was tryna fight Nigga we hungry Mama at work daddy he dead nigga we lonely Stomach growlin' like a AMG goin' to bed we hungry Uzi on me all my friends are dead nigga we lonely Reportin' live from the other side of America I always dreamed too of being like on like CNN and being able to like express myself And and and speak for like the voiceless young men of America Do it The first step I would say I grew up an American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police uh We grew up in ruthless environments we grew up around murder you see murder You see seven people die a week I think you would probably carry a gun yourself Would you Uh yeah I probably would