My Side

[Intro]
Grahh
Sweepa Baby (Rackz)
Grahh-grahh
Free Dot, Free Naz
(Grahh-grahh, boom, nigga)
(Racks, Racks, Racks)

[Verse 1]
Know she missin' the times I was with her
She a baddie, she know I'ma hit her
I protect her, I'm that kind of nigga
Tryna take her on trips, show her bigger
And she lovin' the life that I give her
If I fucked up, let's try it again
Rather try this shit over with you
Like I don't give a fuck about bitches and friends
For the world, I be fakin' my image
But for you, I don't gotta pretend
On the media, fakin' my smile
When I'm with you, I know I can vent
I'm in LA, I'm handling business
Why you think I'm out here with these bitchеs?
I'm out tryna show labels I'm gifted
I'm out working, I've barеly been dissin'
I do not give a fuck 'bout these missions
If you think that I do, bitch you trippin'
Outside, whole lotta ammunition
If they play with you, watch how I'm flickin'
And I hope you know I don't need love
'Cause I was in jail, everyone movin' different
I don't think a bitch could love a thug
So I gotta act like something I isn't

[Spoken Word]
Shit crazy, I really gotta talk my pain on this
I ain't gon' lie, like, word to bro
Niggas don't go through what I'm going through
Like, you know that I gave you my shoes, y'all couldn't walk in them
Like, I swear, like-
Not gonna lie, every bitch shot, fuck y'all

[Verse 2]
By my side, all that shit was just cap
Where was you, where the fuck was you at?
I was broke and you wanted a bag
You ain't get it, how I had it bad
Whole time I was thinking you happy and shit
Why the fuck would I go through your chat?
You was telling your friends that I'm not who you want
I ain't shit and you start moving sad
But it's cool, no feelings attached
Matter fact, I'ma get to this cash
Tryna tell you my pain on a beat, but I'm letting it go, I'ma leave to Rackz
And it go like-

[Outro]
By your side
And it go like-
You wasn't by my side (Grahh-grah)
My gun be my side
I gotta tote my knife