Westside Bound 3 Saba (Ft. Joseph Chilliams)
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[Intro: Saba]
And I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about, ayy
Austin, my grandmama house, ayy
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
Coulda been traffickin'
But I would rather do better than my uncle had it
My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip
Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy
[Chorus: Saba]
Westside nigga go cray, yeah
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray, ooh
[Verse 1: Saba]
And I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about
Austin, my grandmama house
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
Coulda been traffickin'
But I would rather do better than my uncle had it
My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip
Slept on the palette
Promised my mama I'd turn it to palace
My granny house was right by Wallace’s Catfish
Corner but lo and behold when it's below zero
And you watch your best friend hit the corner, uh
And now I no longer even know him
Used to hoop daily, we thought we was Jordan
He went on to high school but dropped out a junior
I went on to college, he went on a shooter
He went on to juvie, I went out on tour, ayy
Bicycle with the juice in the wheel, if you was a real nigga
We wouldn’t have to hear ya keep proving yourself
'Cause who really cares 'bout
What side or block you're reppin'
Your whereabouts will keep you seperate
All lost some niggas to some weapons
That's why I’m walking like I’m welcome, ayy
Hennessy bet they’ll buy that
Just to pour it on the curb, uh
We blinded like an eyepatch
'Til your boy's in a hearse, ayy
Ayy, where the westside at?
Shouts the thugs, shouts the nerds, ayy
Shout the kids claiming Chiraq
Know you born in the burbs, boy
And I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about, ayy
Austin, my grandmama house, ayy
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
Coulda been traffickin'
But I would rather do better than my uncle had it
My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip
Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy
[Chorus: Saba]
Westside nigga go cray, yeah
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray, ooh
[Verse 1: Saba]
And I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about
Austin, my grandmama house
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
Coulda been traffickin'
But I would rather do better than my uncle had it
My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip
Slept on the palette
Promised my mama I'd turn it to palace
My granny house was right by Wallace’s Catfish
Corner but lo and behold when it's below zero
And you watch your best friend hit the corner, uh
And now I no longer even know him
Used to hoop daily, we thought we was Jordan
He went on to high school but dropped out a junior
I went on to college, he went on a shooter
He went on to juvie, I went out on tour, ayy
Bicycle with the juice in the wheel, if you was a real nigga
We wouldn’t have to hear ya keep proving yourself
'Cause who really cares 'bout
What side or block you're reppin'
Your whereabouts will keep you seperate
All lost some niggas to some weapons
That's why I’m walking like I’m welcome, ayy
Hennessy bet they’ll buy that
Just to pour it on the curb, uh
We blinded like an eyepatch
'Til your boy's in a hearse, ayy
Ayy, where the westside at?
Shouts the thugs, shouts the nerds, ayy
Shout the kids claiming Chiraq
Know you born in the burbs, boy
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