Wildside

[Hook: T.I.]

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' ki's, spraying K's

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood and come spend a day in my trap

Get your paper right and that yay some good but just keep a tool in your lap

My lil patna holding that work, nigga want weight then keep around back

Better not violate on my turf, nigga you's in danger to die like that

Ain't no investigation, no statements and no witnesses, we ain't seen shit

Pull up after dark with that jewelry on to come see a bitch, that way he get it

We on dark road with no street lights, that pistol play after fist fights

And them geek monsters walk all night with they crack pipes tryna get right

Midnight we shoot dice, the whole house smelling like cooked crack

You beat me, and you talk shit, you get shot bitch, and I took that

Hoodrats on deck, that loud is all I blow

This shit to you might sound wild, but this life is all I know

[Hook: T.I.]

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, spraying K's

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Can you picture me back in '93 bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed?

Cut school, made ten G; thirteen, trying to get keys

At fifteen, I was full-grown, get wrong, get bust on

My uncle gave me a bunch of work and that shit was gone by the next morning

Young wild nigga runnin' with me, homicide wasn't nothing to us

Dead body wasn't nothin' to see, that pistol play was just fun to us

I was 19 with two felonies, one of my best friend had a life sentence

How my uncle Fred was just like me and had a bunch of partners no longer living

All about that cocaine dealing, no education, no pot to piss in

Old school, on chrome wheel, window tinted, pistol hidden

That's the shit that I come from; in my heart, fear ain't none

Stand tall, I can't run from that wildside, that I walk on

[Hook: T.I.]

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, spraying K's

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]

Uh, yeah

All I ever did was put on, all my old friends tryna get on

Shorty fell out, making diss songs, never talk down when I get home

Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on; hundred spokes, brick, chrome

God body, big bone, that's hard body, Jim Jones

Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him, finna wild out on a Tip song

Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home, first get the bread, then get going

From the land of the lead where they spit chrome where most kids never get to live long

Get their pistols, get pissed on, pistol-whipped and stripped, homie

Left for a minute and they switched on me, caught them talking down, tryna bitch on me

And they snitch on me, ain't got shit on me so my guess is death is what they wish on me

So I'm blowing on them candles, closed lids and dark eyes

Cause hate's never part time when you on that wildside

[Hook: T.I.]

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, spraying K's

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives