Lyrics:
the neighborhood Pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy, cuz
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck
We be trilla
Fuck them other niggas
All about the vision
You just taking pictures, we be
Trilla
Fuck that other side, if we riding then I ride
If we
the other side of light
And when he passes
He casts shades of mystery black
Flowing like molasses
It's only Jack of Shadows on his way back
To the kindom
Or any other willful effort of the brain
Is futile
Nikola Tesla
Sleep is the cousin of death, said a prophet from the East
Crazy how they pull a Rip Van
breathin demon, provin that the grass isn't greener on the other side. That means your team is about to be expired, I'm sendin you all to the back
of the jack, call it a liquor victor
Ree the same tree you barked at, actually
Paid the same fee to be green, as seen
By the leaves on TV, beseeched your
it's hype, others thought misunderstood
Mad tracks, steps, left my black on the wood
Givin out advice, the feedback pic was nice
Lived on the wrong
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
pencil, and I
Turned over the piece of paper, and there on the other side in
The middle of the other side away from everything else on the other
Side
supplied, I was saved by 'em
When Boog' got shot, I never left his side, I stayed by him
Starin' out the window like livin' ain't all that simple, yeah
than the surface, that shit is ocean wide
Like a dentist in your mouth better open wide
They know imma get it soon so they by my side (By my side)
Ya, is
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
these beats
I do not mean the vegetable without the doubt don't skip the greens
Used to get the ounces not by ones or twos, but by the threes
Every other
to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be making
You on the wrong side of the track, looking visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plunging
not while I'm walkin' and rappin'
Heard of some niggas on the other side
Of town who wanna ride wit' me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide,
Gotta keep up with the Jones's, their style I'm living
I'm not lazy
I've worked hard for what I've got
I'm all right, Jack
I'm heading for promotion
I'm right on track
Rising up that holy ladder
, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice be loose off the Belaire, I be
game
But on the other side of the rainbow -- yo' shit's exactly the same
I aim one eye closed, so now you've been exposed
To my scope, an infrared target
my beats play them all on repeat
It's my voice on the track
Not the toys in my jack
Not the coins in my pack
I'm the boy on the track
It's my voice
value him it's most upfront in
Songs like 2013's "Lil Nigga Snupe
" a chilling track inspired by
The murder of the
18-year-old Louisiana rapper
Lil Snupe,
pain
I gotta hustle y'all, I don't know no other way
On these train tracks, staring at the other side
I'll make it over then one day, that's on my
(feat. Jim Jones)
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones [repeat 4X]
[Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X]
Why'all don't want it with us, why'all don't want it with us
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