Westside Bound 3

[Intro: Saba] And I’m from the part of the city That they don’t be talkin' about, ayy Austin, my grandmama house, ayy Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate Coulda been traffickin' But I would rather do better than my uncle had it My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy [Chorus: Saba] Westside nigga go cray, yeah Westside nigga go cray Westside nigga go cray, ooh [Verse 1: Saba] And I’m from the part of the city That they don’t be talkin' about Austin, my grandmama house Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate Coulda been traffickin' But I would rather do better than my uncle had it My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip Slept on the palette Promised my mama I'd turn it to palace My granny house was right by Wallace’s Catfish Corner but lo and behold when it's below zero And you watch your best friend hit the corner, uh And now I no longer even know him Used to hoop daily, we thought we was Jordan He went on to high school but dropped out a junior I went on to college, he went on a shooter He went on to juvie, I went out on tour, ayy Bicycle with the juice in the wheel, if you was a real nigga We wouldn’t have to hear ya keep proving yourself 'Cause who really cares 'bout What side or block you're reppin' Your whereabouts will keep you seperate All lost some niggas to some weapons That's why I’m walking like I’m welcome, ayy Hennessy bet they’ll buy that Just to pour it on the curb, uh We blinded like an eyepatch 'Til your boy's in a hearse, ayy Ayy, where the westside at? Shouts the thugs, shouts the nerds, ayy Shout the kids claiming Chiraq Know you born in the burbs, boy [Chorus: Saba] Westside nigga go cray, yeah Westside nigga go cray Westside nigga go cray Westside nigga go cray [Verse 2: Saba] Ayy, and I'm from the part of the city That they don't be talkin' about, ayy I gave the Westside a new meaning I took it to the Europeans The police took my nigga freedom I probably be in there with him 'Cause honestly I think just like all my niggas And honestly I should’ve reached out to Twista Like, "Ayy bro, I got one, I need you on this one" Austin, Division, ironic that that's the divide Below the poverty line My mother was on the Southside Z-Money told me hit his line I caught the bus off of Pine I say my words double time Knock on wood, I have not ever been robbed But a few niggas tried on the train On my way to school a couple times [Chorus: Saba] Westside nigga go cray, yeah, ayyy Westside nigga go cray Westside nigga go cray Westside nigga go cray [Verse 3: Joseph Chilliams] Uh, and I'm from a part of the city I was sittin' on my front porch when I saw my first titty Proud to throw the Westside up When I was five watching Pac dissing Biggie Whole fit off of Madison Eatin' Uncle Remus, fuck a Whole Foods Shorty used to act like Stone Cold Flipping niggas off crackin' cold brews Westside prep was my old school The block was hot like Suzanne Somers Seen someone that got hit with a shotty Walk a block while he shitted his body Cops came started liftin' his body I went back to watchin' NickToons Watch your back when it's mid-June You can always be my big spoon Know you in the hood when you see the poles With the blue lights Steady flashin' like cheerleader clothes I remember letters in the first grade 'cause of GDs and fours Mama speaking in code tryna get a job at the store Never gonna get it like En Vogue All my Westside niggas go [Outro: Stunt Taylor] On my bucket list, I want ten million dollars in my bank account And I want to f*** ten b*****s at the same time This your boy, Stunt Taylor