Otherside Of America (Explicit)

What do you have to lose
You’re living in poverty
Your schools are no good
You have no jobs
58% of your youth is unemployed
What the hell do you have to lose
Reportin' live from the other side of America
Mama let me sip the forty
I was just a shorty d**n
Then I started spittin' godly
Then they said 'record me'
I feel like this sh*t was for me
This sh*t just my story facts yeah uh
Jumped off the porch uh
I got a Porsche won't take it back
I'm on the block with the killers
And holdin' my own of course
Yeah check check
I seen my mom and dad separate
Ain't talkin' divorce talkin' divorce
Said daddy was livin' by the fire
And he died by the torch check check
I'm where the AKs is we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't have a daddy
I listened to suckas the same way that Ray Ray did
I'm totin' Smith &'s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
Ain't have no guidance
We grew up with hitters and did everything they said
Point out the block we spinnin' that spinnin'
Run in the spot we gettin' that get it
Give us some work we flippin' that flippin'
I'm hittin' from jail they ain't hittin' back
I need a lawyer money for commissary
And nobody ain't sendin' that
I'm in my cell like when I get out
I'm makin' a movie no Cinemax woo
Yeah back home and I'm fresh on bail
Phone chirpin' it was next to Tell
Block poppin' it was extra sales
Big dogs they ain't showin' remorse
I was beggin' just to catch a sale
Same block we was goin' to war
I was prayin' I ain't catch a shell check
Uh we was starvin' for a thousand nights
Livin' like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was f**kin' up my cop money
Sellin' soap like it's China white
OG's said you f**kin' the block up
I was mad I was tryna fight
N**ga we hungry
Mama at work daddy
He dead n**ga we lonely
Stomach growlin' like a AMG
Goin' to bed we hungry
Uzi on me all my friends are dead
N**ga we lonely
Reportin' live from the other side of America
Reportin' live from the other side yeah
Same corner where my brothers died yeah
Livin' life we ain't got a care
Told my mama I ain't dyin' here no
.40 on me I ain't buyin' beer no
Ain't have a will now I'm flyin' Lear
Bunch of felons on the jet with me
Make a movie like it's Con Air
Started off in the basement
Now it's rooftops and LeBron there
Still fightin' open cases
Out on bail n**ga but it's my year
Summertime it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin' 'bout it I was fine there
Came out the dirt dirt
Dedicated I was makin' it work
Medicated I was takin' them Percs
Devastated when my n**gas got murked
Educated had to get to it first
I knew trappin' it would get me in jail
Playin' with pistols it would get me a hearse
But I ain't give a f**k send me to church wo
Yeah they gotta catch me in traffic traffic
I ain't with none of this rap sh*t rap sh*t
I've been tryna run from these caskets
All this pain built in me n**ga
You don't want none of this action
Go get some money and feed your fam
'Cause this is a f**kin' disaster yeah
Uh we was starvin' for a thousand nights
Livin' like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was f**kin' up my cop money
Sellin' soap like it's China white
OG's said you f**kin' the block up
I was mad I was tryna fight
N**ga we hungry
Mama at work daddy
He dead n**ga we lonely
Stomach growlin' like a AMG
Goin' to bed we hungry
Uzi on me all my friends are dead
N**ga we lonely
Reportin' live from the other side of America
I always dreamed too of being like
On like CNN and being able to like express myself
And and and speak for like the
Voiceless young men of America do it
The first step I would say
I grew up an American in a ruthless neighborhood
Where we were not protected by police uh
We grew up in ruthless environments
We grew up around murder you see murder
You see seven people die a week
I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you uh yeah I probably would