Your Side, My Side, The Truth - Chillinit

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Ladies and gentlemen, this is it

This is how we closin' things out (Listen up)

Check, check

Half these rappers, they know they never gon' get this bag

It’s why I’m always gettin' twisted on their Insta tags

Window shoppin' like a pimp, I’m on my 50 bag

Rollin' through my city with a limp, I swear that 50's back

Told her, say it like she’s battlin' with Tory

Switchin' lanes, get a pack and try to stash it for the morning, uh

All these rappers doin' statuses and stories

'Cause they’re jealous that they’ll never

Get the status or the glory, word

I said, «It's clear what you’ve done»

Nobody live in fear but I be fearful of love

Disappeared and came back once the winter was done

Fuck trust, earn it back, girl, it’s clear that you must, I said

«Fuck, this kinda took me back»

I’ve always been the one for stressin' when I looked at that

I could throw away your love, try to hook it back

Now we got the cooker with the drugs, try and cook it back

Shit, I was lost in my ways

Overseas with cocaine, gettin' locked in a safe

Three women in my room, got a lot they could say

C’mon, girl, put your wallet away, bring the drums back

I used to say money didn’t matter

Then I got it, then I realised it’s 'cause I never had it

I ain’t sayin' that this motherfuckin' money make you happy

But it’s better bein' sad and coppin' yourself a bag, argh

Life’s shit whether you rich or you’re poor

So I’d rather put my missus in that Christian Dior

And put my kiddies through a school that pay a little bit more

'Cause my family is life and everything has a price

What you pay, son, how it feel?

Doublin' the money of people that signed a deal

They say that I’m the key, funny I got a pill

Stand up, stand up (Ha, they probably don’t even catch that)

Wait, fuck it, I said, «I'll move it along»

I just gave my brother a stack and said, «Pursue what you want»

I just copped my mum and dad the newest Louis Vuitton

Don’t assume, ma’fucker, please assume that you’re wrong

What you know about travellin' Europe until the summer’s done

And comin' back to money residual that we doubled up?

Thinkin' back before I even made a stack

And now I got the golden plaque, day rollie, I made it one-on-one

Nowadays, women, they want the one-on-one

Money over everything, it’s none of none

Nowadays, women, they want the one-on-one

But it’s money over everything, fuck it up

Ladies and gentlemen

You’re tuned into The Octagon (Haha)

I’ll be back

Done