Southside

Don't give a fuck if they judge us It's my life, so, so what? Moved out just to blow up Three texts, blow up Whole fam show up Remember you don't know us Bitch boy, quit actin' like you know me You gon' make me wild out, you keep actin' funny For my folks I ride, you know I do that, yeah Music's so loud, feel stupid, yeah Jacked out the crib with computers, yeah I know you feel it in the music, yeah All the old cribs look like a museum Van Nuys and Southside was ruthless, yeah Bitch boy, quit actin' like you know me You gon' make me wild out, you keep actin' funny Homie, yeah, know me, yeah, look at me, point and stare Grow into a new year, with the vision hella clear Yeah, they keep it delicate, growing up, I'm barely rich We stay reminiscing shit, remind me of the early shit Shit that we was on when the sun felt sunny Shit that we was on when music was not money Bitch boy, quit actin' like you know me You gon' make me wild out, you keep actin' funny Hello? Hello Yo, Ian