It's The Other Way

[Intro: Joe Biden (AI), Rx Papi] The other day my homie posted up with the goddamn Rick Owen bricks on his feet, I almost started fucking crying, breh You know the ones that be looking goofy as a motherfucker with the big ass tongue and shit I told nigga to slow his role 'cause he thinks he's Luca with it, bruh (On god) He even tried to come at me but I was wearing that Moncler puffer with the Stoney underneath Motherfucker quieted his shit down immediately [Verse] (Uh) I ain't nothing like these niggas, I really sold that shit I strеtch the slab and throw a half on half and serve a bitch a split Thеm niggas know how I rock, bitch this ain't top, you oughta know it's hip I be raised inside a fucking dirty pot, this shit not what it was I'm not switchin shit, bitch I switch the switch, what you see is what you get I jump about that car, hit any man, bitch better not take me again I move up the city and spare niggas, the nerve of you niggas, hot damn niggas That Drac' hit you and airlift it, speak up 'cause I can't hear niggas I like to ride round with the chop, I jump out, draw down on my opp One by one all of them get shot, broad day like we jump out the car We used to hang it out the window, can't take no chances, gotta get up I put on for all my niggas, I put all of them in position I point the finger then you finished, bitch I'm not really with the gimmicks Reach for my chain, you gon' die, get hit with something that's extended Fay could tell you how I get, I get nasty with that stick With them hits, I'm six for six, can't keep these niggas in my mix He mad 'cause his bitch on my dick, nigga I don't even want your bitch I make that bitch set a nigga up, set her up while she set the nigga up I really just don't give a fuck, I'm still a grimy motherfucker I'm still a sheisty ass nigga, still a real nasty dealer I swung swords with the killers, we not gon' run, you gotta kill us The top slot, they wanna get me, on my head they put a fifty Them pussy niggas better [?], go get your shooter from the spill Them .308s feel like a missile, that's what he get for ridin' with you They said they was gon' rob me, they said they was gon' line me up They said that they was gon' get me killed, I'm still in that motherfuckin' field If I die, I'm going out like Marlo, I kill you by the fuckin' corner Play with that money, you gon' meet the coroner Once it's on, it's on, I tried to warn you This is the demon in my head, shit, all I think about is death I stand over a nigga and watch him take his last breath I'm omertà with this shit, see niggas get murdered for this shit I used to be a worker on some shit, I went berserk and took his shit My momma tell me that I'm special, I just got a good wrist They think I'm spending rap money, I been hitting good licks I put the rental in her name, I got a real hood bitch I call crody for the flame, lil' nigga don't miss [Outro (Excerpt from "The Wire"): Phillip Burgess & Jamie Hector] The fuck? You think I dream of coming to work up in this shit on a Sunday morning? Tell all my friends what a good job I got? I'm working to support a family, man Pretend I ain't talkin' to you Pretend like I ain't even on this earth I know what you are Now I ain't steppin' to, but I am a man And you just clip that shit and act like you don't even know I'm there I don't I'm here Look, I told you I wasn't steppin' to you I ain't disrespecting you, son You want it to be one way What? You want it to be one way Man, I don't kn- You want it to be one way Man, stop! Stop saying that But it's the other way