Wildside Lyrics – T.I. (Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head Album)

Wildside Lyrics – T.I. (Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head  Album)

[Hook]

Smoking weed, riding chrome

Only thing I've ever known

Walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Slangin' keys, spraying K's

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

[Verse 1: T.I]

Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood

And come spend a day in my trap

Get your paper right and that yay some good

But just keep a tool in your lap

My lil patna holding that work

Nigga want weight then keep around back

Betta not violate on my turf

Nigga ya [?] died like that

Ain't no investigation, no statements

And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit

Pull up after dawg with that jewelry on

To come see a bitch, that way he get it

We on [?] with no street lights

That pistol play after fist fights

And them geek monsters walk all night

With they crack pipes tryna get right

Midnight we shoot dice

The whole house smelling like cooked crack

You beat me, and you talk shit

You get shot bitch, and I took that

Hoodrats on deck, that loud is all I blow

This shit to you might sound wild

But this life is all I know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I]

Can you picture me back in '93

Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some weed

Cut school, made ten G

Thirteen, trying to get keys

At fifteen, I was full-grown

Get wrong, get bust on

My uncle gave me a bunch of work

And that shit was gone by the next morning

Young wild nigga runnin' with me

Homicide wasn't nothing to us

Dead body wasn't nothin' to see

That pistol play was just fun to us

I was 19 with two felonies

One of my best friend had a life sentence

How my uncle friend was just like me

And had a bunch of partners no longer living

All about that cocaine dealing

No education, no pot to piss in

Old school, on chrome wheel

Window tinted, pistol hidden

That's the shit that I come from

In my heart, fear ain't none

Stand tall, I can't run from

That wildside, that I walk on

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky]

All I ever did was put on

All my old friends tryna get on

Shorty fell out, making diss songs

Never talk down when I get home

Nigga's the type of nigga you can shit on

Hundred spokes, brick, chrome

God body, big bone

That's hard body, Jim Jones

Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him

Finna wild out on a Tip song

Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home

First get the bread, then get going

From the land of the lead where they spit chrome

Where most kids never get to live long

Get their pistols, get pissed on

Pistolwhipped and stripped, homie

Left for a minute and they switched on me

Caught them talking down, tryna bitch on me

And they snitch on me, ain't got shit on me

So my guess is death is what they wish on me

So I'm blowing on them candles

Closed lids and dark eyes

Cause hate's never part time when you on that wildside

[Hook]