[Produced by J. Period]
[Verse 1]
Scribble my name on the wall, let you know I was there
Rock a chain with a cross, keep 'lo for the gear
Bally loafers, four pair, and of course Nike Airs
Adidas three stripe for an all-white affair
Strictly all-nighters here, I'm on 'till 2 PM
Waking up the shorty, she body Nubian
That's Puerto Rican and black, spend all my weekend relax
Puffing on Cubans and sipping Henny from a flask
I just want this memory to last
Get me through the GQ mag with Rihanna on the cover
It's like Steve Nash, throwing allies at the fucker
Easy, motherfucker, and we be non-loving these hoes
Bubbly Rozay when we celebrating
I done put some time in, so I better make it
Fuck niggas, nahmean, but I'm never taking
Their advice, see my life is like Kevin Bacon
A few good men had been taken
Put in handcuffs when they rush through the days and
Snitched on by the illest nigga in Nebraska
We could go where it's all good, drink and laughter
Try to make sure all my judgement is accurate
Pray to have grey hair in my casket
I'm from where ratchet means a hammer or a gun
Not hoes in front of the camera on VH1
And I'mma need a date for brunch
Yo, who I'mma take to start?
I'm (?) Memosas on a sunday
Posted with a (?) look-alike fresh of a runway
Mercedes Benz fashion wing stepping, repeating back of me
Four guitar in front of me, red carpet up under me
A nigga from the Bronx who would have thought I'd be the one to see?
Lavishness, having this model with (?)
Take a whole gram to the face, no emberrassment
Most my niggas still pitching like (?)
From NY to Maryland, dufflebag carrying
Random car whipping, come across arrogant
Selling all that shit, but still not having it
24 karat wrist (?) inch talker
Trying to spend all this money that's mopped up
Had lunch with (?)
Go to my video (?) Henny bottles
Make them niggas look miniscule
Wrong side of the track
And I'm looking gorgeous in fact
Can't ignore a nigga, it's where I'm at
Wrong Side was produced by J. Period.