(Gonna you to the glory, oh I can't study war) Now the south side, now where the west side
Can I talk my shit Even if I hit again? Dog are you fucking My hat, my shoes, my Louis Vuitton stitch, with Donatella That's Louis bitch I think Hennessy, I drank, I'm Off that Limon and Corona, I'm zoning Class in session so I upped it a grade Two years Dwayne Wayne became Wade And, hey please don't me I'm like Gnarls meets Charles Barkley I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the While y'all was in I raised the bar up I on everything Married to the game, roc-a-chain instead of a ring Y'all bridesmaids catch the On nights 'Ye romance Cameras flash so That I gotta do that Yayo I'm on a world with Common, my man After each and every a couple dykes in the van it's easy The hood to listen to Jeezy and Weezy And, oh yeah, I did it for the
Now the south side, now where the west side
What am I supposed to do Man the game all up How I'm suppose to stand out when get dressed up? So yeah, at the Grammys I went Travolta Yeah tuxedo might have been a little guido But my ego I can there in a speedo And be looked at like a hero The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the The grind, the bottles of no-doze Tank on empty, my mamma's Volvo I spent that gas money on clothes logos The fur is Hermes, shit that you floss The Goyard so man, I'm Hugo's boss Why I gotta ask what two-door cost House on the Two from Tracey Ross And I'm asking about her Yeah, the dark skinny She asking about the speed boats yeah I admit we 'em When you meet me in person do you feel like? I know, I know I better in real life O' hear compare themselves to big a lot You B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hot I guess I live I wanna be compared to BIG Anyone, Big Pun, Big L or Notorious, fit in Get and stunt and stay glorious And I'm stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit
Now where the side, now where the west side
I'ma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit These haters be killing they wanna come and get the glory