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