Wildside (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Smoking weed, riding chrome Only thing I've ever known 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

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 Betta not violate on my turf Nigga ya [?] died like that Ain't no investigation, no statements And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit Pull up after dawg with that jewelry on To come see a bitch, that way he get it We on [?] 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

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known 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

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 friend 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

Smoking weed, riding chrome Only thing I've ever known

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

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 Nigga's 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

Pistolwhipped 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 Smoking weed, riding chrome Only thing I've ever known 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