Otherside (feat. GKCHP) [Charles J] - Jolyon Petch

Pooh you a fool for this one (Pooh you a fool for this one) I ain't gon' lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here, nigga Quando Rondo, nigga, yeah Gang, pull that bag out nigga, gang Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck nigga Point that nigga out and tell him you don't fuck with him It's a bitch in the club fuckin' everybody Fuck a bitch, can't fall in love 'cause they for everybody Best believe I'm strapped up with that extension So best believe, it's enough bullets for everybody Shake that ass in a circle baby, go, go, go Shake that ass in a circle baby, go, go, go Go up, down, round and round Go up, down, up, down, round and round, baby Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side (yeah) I been booted up the worst way (turn up) I remember having shootouts on my birthday They tryna find out where Durk stay (no, no, no) Don't know if they love me or tryna hurt me Real shooters, pill poppers Deal money, bought a lot of choppers All the opposition, kill 'em motherfuckers And I can't forget the trenches, them my blood brothers Shout-out Quando Rondo, he ain't lil' boss And they say I'm super savage, that's the hood fault And I paid you to be cool, that's what love cost Like shout-out to the family, know I love y'all Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side If you from the West Side, nigga throw the West up If you from the East Side, nigga throw the East up Sauced up, I be drippin' Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin', yeah

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we can make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here I've been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just across the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living You see my old man's got a problem He lives with the bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working His body's too young To look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away? We got to make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way So I remember we were driving Driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder I had, had a feeling that I belonged I had, had a feeling I could be someone Be someone, be someone You got a fast car We go cruising entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in the market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs So I remember when we were driving Driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder I had, had a feeling that I belonged I had, had a feeling I could be someone Be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me'd find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving So I remember when we were driving Driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder I had, had a feeling that I belonged I had, had a feeling I could be someone Be someone, be someone You got a fast car But is it fast enough so you can fly away? You got to make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way