Chillin' in the South Side (feat. Jimmy Wopo)

Woah woah woah Woah woah woah Skrt Skrt Hahaha Woah Wait Okay chillin' in the south side Damn it's too nice out Bout to pull the whip Out the garage Take a ride out People playing games Talking shit Sneak n hide out JD made this beat Going hard Till its lights out Don't get misinformed I'm doing this shit on the regular 1997 Y'all go two rap game competitors Wopenese Been trappin' keys He hit me on my cellular Next up out the Burgh We fucking stars No need for metaphors Shit Ask me what you bein meta for Quit the fucking questions till you out here being better Four bars is all I need Outside pussy money weed And a house or two And some food For my goddamn family Cooking like I got the muthafucking recipie It's blessing me My brain and soul don't really need the rest of me I rest in peace The fucking beat No undertaker out here helping me A hellish feat I bring the heat Bad bitches at my meet and greet Aye Somebody call A&E I just killed the First 48 Now the feds are on me Lemme pass this shit to Wopo I think he will agree Pittsburgh gonna live forever Now that we breaking free Yeah Now that we breaking free Ooo Now that we breaking free Lane mane Lane Lane mane Lane Gang Niggas ain't out here shooting like me Shooting like Mike Strapped like a dyke Riding on site Ride like a bike Nigga wanna go we can go all night Cumming all night Tryna pull a heist Don't make me tell my shooter a price Don't tempt me just take my advice No kindness don't think that I'm nice Nah Niggas ain't on shit knee high Ball man Jordan niggas Levi Nigga try me than he die Big dog Big jawn Eli Niggas ain't on shit knee high Ball man Jordan niggas Levi Nigga try me than he die Big dog Big jawn Eli Hol up Gucci on my bag Strapped up Looking fine as hell Bans on my face When I record So that I never fail Momma told me One day son you really gonna sell People chant your name Sell out the stadium While thousands yell Go Mike Parker I signed her tits with marker You looking suave as Archer And y'all appetizers starters Yeah I'm out here working harder While you take your life and barter My team a bunch of chargers Gas me up I feel like Carter Aye Yeah I'm feeling like Sean Carter Ooo Bout to make a milly Fuck that imma make a billion Leave no room for error So that you don't need to fill it in Once I cop a mansion You know where I will be chillin' in Building with my name on it An ode to all my brilliance Woah Hold up lemme take a step back I still gotta impress all the people who gon clap back Where did all your bars go Like I ain't still got that I've been chillin' in the South Side I need to go back Yeah I really need to go back