My Side lyrics

[Intro]
Grahh
Sweepa Baby (Rackz)
Grahh-grahh
Free Dot, Free Naz
(Grahh-grahh, boom, n*gga)
(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 n*gga
Tryna take her on trips, show her bigger
And she lovin' the life that I give her
If I f*cked up, let's try it again
Rather try this sh*t over with you
Like I don't give a f*ck about b*tches 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 b*tchеs?
I'm out tryna show labels I'm gifted
I'm out working, I've barеly been dissin'
I do not give a f*ck 'bout these missions
If you think that I do, b*tch 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 b*tch could love a thug
So I gotta act like something I isn't
[Spoken Word]
sh*t crazy, I really gotta talk my pain on this
I ain't gon' lie, like, word to bro
n*ggas 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 b*tch shot, f*ck y'all

[Verse 2]
By my side, all that sh*t was just cap
Where was you, where the f*ck 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 sh*t
Why the f*ck would I go through your chat?
You was telling your friends that I'm not who you want
I ain't sh*t 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