Sideline Story

[Intro]

But uh, yeah, man, I mean

Basically, I'm just, tired of all this shit and what-not

I’m 'bout to give you shit from my perspective

Shit how I feel through a, the daily basis

And um, shit I wouldn't want up changing, in general

Shit that I feel people should know

I mean, I ain’t get this microphone for no reason, my nigga

You know

I'ma just explain to you some shit, whatever (I mean)

If you feel like you in the sideline then, this song's for you, basically

Ha, and shit, but uh, hear me out

[Verse 1]

Huh, fuck it

My flow is lyrically homicide, to get the case

A smile on my face as I get to the nine to five

I get this rap shit on my life

Fuck yo' favorite rapper

Give me the mic' and dim the lights

I'll explain my story, show my rise to glory

Shit, I'm still on that road

Just to let you know, I tried to blow like Hiroshima

Get it cleaner up on my screen-er

Walkin' like a mobster, eatin’ lobsters

Quite a shock to the fantasy

I show no love to reality as I gradually

Grab the Presidents from the resurrection

Came up wit’ two suggestions

It's do whatever to make the cheddar

For the worse or for the better

As I long as I don’t sell my soul

I'll try to make this cash forever

However, niggas try to break yo' fall

I mean, yeah, you got rhymes

But trust me, that ain't it at all

They try to crack yo’ jaw wit' that [?]-it shit

What is this serious lyrical business they witness?

So, they tend not to sleep

Do whatever to get you bread and make yourself eat

[Break 1]

Look, I said um

I said it like this

Ha!

[Chorus]

See, I'ma put myself on the map

Gone and I ain't lookin' back

See a lil' nigga put the bank on me

Cause I could bet you anytime, it won't be free

See, these niggas really wanna sleep on me

Oh, Lord

I wonder why I would't be so sure

But, I wish somebody had a guideline

On how to get up out the sideline

(Side-line, sideline, yeah

I said, ha, sideline

Where ever we go, sideline

Yeah, sideline nigga)

[Verse 2]

Look, throughout the pain

Sufferin' and the rain

I stayed the same learnin' the game of life

Only you can get cut off at any given sight

Maybe, I might become so tight wit' the mic'

Kickin' knowledge, while bumpin' The Chronic

I find it ironic

On how the theories of the world get through people

Knowin' they put fear in yo' heart just to make you evil

Please don't fall for the traps

Perhaps we can look at it from a slower perspective

And when it gets hectic, look for yo' savior

And no one's prayed for the wicked

I get lifted, I feel like I have the curse yet

They consider me gifted

I try to reach in yo' heart to spark a rage

But in a good way, we need change

Shit ain't the same

Why don't people care at all?

The Government is fuckin' us up

While in the court they ball

Killuminati rollin' through yo' body like a 12 gauge shotty

Oh, I see, I respect none of these fake niggas

Who would figure yo' idol won't admit that you're in danger?

Them riches turn bitches inside strangers

Ha, how can I live now?

When I never cried later

I say fuck the others who gon' become haters

15 year-old rebel, I write 'til I die, wit' my pride in my hand

Understand as a man, I tried to do the best as I can

But only you can control yourself

So what will it be?

Are you down for life, or just for fake wealth?

Pain equals passion, passion equals pain

Yeah, I tried to lend an open hand but niggas don't act the same

[Break 2]

And, yeah, but, alright

Look, I said um

Ha, look

[Verse 3]

You would figure life can never get any better

For standin' under the bad weather, wit' a sad song

You actin' wrong 'bout all the bullshit they say

Man, I'm tryin' to negotiate wit' deaths on my casket

That shit can get put on delay

Never gave a fuck about a bitch, but I sure love a ho

Bust a nut and then she goes

Pass the cup and now we movin' slow

Walkin' high up on my toes

Livin' life carefree, shit, nigga, I don't know

I express my emotions through the drugs

And fuck for the love of the sweet sex

Never being cautious, so I never use a Latex

But in any words, I touch myself to old V.H.S. porn

Brainstorm about the future, fuck the past

Roll the blunt and get the grass

See my eyes go to white and to an instant red flash

What the fuck I got to live for?

This song is for all the girls who's been called a whore

A song for all the niggas who didn't have the balls

To talk to that fine bitch next door

I always wanted to be that popular kid

Instead, I'm that kid wonderin' where my real Pops is

It's like the older I get, the more I regret

Puttin' my feelin's into women

I should've thought about all the pussies that I could be swimmin' in

See, sex isn't good until you're high as fuck

Sloppy drunk up on the pavement

Screamin', "What the? Fuck it!"

When I talk about my Step-Dad

I swear to God, I understand my Mom's pain

'Cause bitches play the same game

You can't forget about the popular kids

The ones wit' the Cement 3's

Nike S.B.'s, Gucci backpacks, Louis, Versace

Always the type of person to wish that I was exactly like them

Too bad, when they heard my name

They said "What the fuck? I don't like him."

For only if they knew the real me

See, being our normal to the world isn't cool

And they wonder why I say, "Fuck school! That shit's a hell-hole."

Want to put me back on my ex, "Oh, hell no!"

I feel like I'm in hell though

See, everyone knows Isaiah

But they don't know Izzy wit' his evil thoughts and his smart remarks

[Outro]

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