Southside

[Intro: Lucien Parker]
It's a family affair
On the Southside
We gone be here
For the rest of the year

Le' go!

[Chorus 1: Lucien Parker]
We was on the Southside
Cruising in a Honda
Whipping with the windows down
What's up Mr. Fred
Yeah it's been a long summer
'bout to eat up at Dinkytown

[Verse 1: Lucien Parker]
A kitchen full of pictures
My papa did the dishes
Incense still burning now
Slide to the basement
My shit on City Pages
Like, "Boy you do this city proud."

College in vacation
And we just did the isthmus
And Madison been holding me down
Now my family in the south
Trying hard to fly me down
I'm just hoping big bro gets out

When I'm feeling low music keep me high
Doing every show I just pray that they stick around
Ain't you see the news? Do a festival
They see what you do when a stranger comes to town

[Chorus 2: Lucien Parker]
We was on the Southside
Cruising in a Honda
Whipping with the windows down
Do this for the culture
An industry of vultures
Been watching, they been circling 'round

We was on the Southside
Cruising in a Honda
Whipping playing music loud
Do this for the culture
And tell them in a coffin
Even if my luck is out

[Bridge: Lucien Parker]
And when I'm down on my luck
Blame myself for every second I ain't doing enough
I'm afraid that certain people, they be holding me up
And I'm trying not to change
I'm hoping you do the same

[Verse 2: Slug]
We was on the Southside
Outside on the corner of 42nd and Pop Life
Ever since I was a small fly
Never scared of the truth
Stand butt naked in the spotlight

If it ain't coming out your mouth right
All of my people will remember you
But probably never mention you
Unless it's just to mess with you
I'm like, "whatever dude,"
You living in oblivion
As you were intended to

Black folk, white folk, brown folk
I ran around like a roach throughout the town oaks
Vice lords used to sweat me for rocking the All Stars
Still got respect, 'cause I'm all heart

You can blow hard like you're tryna tune up the tuba
Climb in an Uber and try to find you a future
Or hop on a bus, just to save the veggies
One time came and made the sun shine heavy, now

[Chorus 2: Lucien Parker]
We was on the Southside
Cruising in a Honda
Whipping with the windows down
Do this for the culture
An industry of vultures
Been watching, they been circling 'round
Do this for the culture
And tell them in a coffin
Even if my luck is out

[Verse 3: Lucien Parker]
There were scuffs on my fresh Nikes
And more for my left eye
My n**** told me fly him
A checkmark from a red eye
Aye, aye. Had to unplug myself from the WiFi

I told them
Sold out shows before I sold them
I told them
We turn fighters to Derrick Roses
I told them
Hard as they come, keep my composure

Stuff it inside the baggie, we put
Cash inside the mattress if we have to
My n*****s got glibs[?] bean sticks

I bet they looked their mama dead in the eye
Told them we would get rich
I want that age[?] money
Led to sea, that three fifty six
Fuck that slave money
Forty minimums and a tip
Keep that shade from me
I been working hard to exist

[Outro: Lucien Parker]
We was on the Southside
Cruising in a Honda
Whipping playing music loud

Southside, Southside, Southsider
Southside, Southside, Southsider
Southside, Southside, Southsider