Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Otherside of America, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Otherside of America |
| What do you have to lose? |
| You’re living in poverty |
| Your schools are no good |
| You have no jobs |
| 58% of your youth is unemployed |
| What the hell do you have to lose? |
| Reportin' live from the other side of America |
| Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn) |
| Then I started spittin' godly, then they said record me |
| I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts) |
| Yeah, uh |
| Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won’t take it back |
| I’m on the block with the killers and holdin' my own, of course (Yeah, check, |
| check) |
| I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talkin' divorce (Talkin' divorce) |
| Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check) |
| I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids |
| Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did |
| I’m totin' Smith &'s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid |
| Ain’t have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said |
| Point out the block, we spinnin' that (Spinnin') |
| Run in the spot, we gettin' that (Get it) |
| Give us some work, we flippin' that (Flippin') |
| I’m hittin' from jail, they ain’t hiittin' back |
| I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain’t sendin' that |
| I’m in my cell like, «When I get out, I’m makin' a movie, no Cinemax"(Woo) |
| Yeah, back home and I’m fresh on bail |
| Phone chirpin', it was next to Tell |
| Block popppin', it was extra sales |
| Big dogs, they ain’t showin' remorse |
| I was beggin' just to catch a sale |
| Same block, we was goin' to war |
| I was prayin' I ain’t catch a shell (Check) |
| Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights |
| Livin' like we tryna die tonight |
| Glock .40 sound like dynamite |
| I was fuckin' up my cop money |
| Sellin' soap like it’s China white |
| OG’s said, «You fuckin' the block up» |
| I was mad, I was tryna fight |
| Nigga, we hungry |
| Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely |
| Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry |
| Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely |
| Reportin' live from the other side of America |
| Reportin' live from the other side (Yeah) |
| Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah) |
| Livin' life, we ain’t got a care |
| Told my mama I ain’t dyin' here (No) |
| .40 on me, I ain’t buyin' beer (No) |
| Ain’t have a will, now I’m flyin' Lear |
| Bunch of felons on the jet with me |
| Make a movie like it’s Con Air |
| Started off in the basement |
| Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there |
| Still fightin' open cases |
| Out on bail, nigga, but it’s my year |
| Summertime, it get cold out |
| Heater on me like a Moncler |
| Closet bigger than my old house |
| Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there |
| Came out the dirt (Dirt) |
| Dedicated, I was makin' it work |
| Medicated, I was takin' them Percs |
| Devastated when my niggas got murked |
| Educated, had to get to it first |
| I knew trappin', it would get me in jail |
| Playin' with pistols, it would get me hearse |
| But I ain’t give a fuck, send me to church (Woo) |
| Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic) |
| I ain’t with none of this rap shit (Rap shit) |
| I’ve been tryna run from these caskets |
| All this pain built in me, nigga |
| You don’t want none of this action |
| Go get some money and feed your fam |
| 'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster, yeah |
| Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights |
| Livin' like we tryna die tonight |
| Glock .40 sound like dynamite |
| I was fuckin' up my cop money |
| Sellin' soap like it’s China white |
| OG’s said, «You fuckin' the block up» |
| I was mad, I was tryna fight |
| Nigga, we hungry |
| Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely |
| Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry |
| Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely |
| Reportin' live from the other side of America |
| I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express |
| myself |
| And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it) |
| The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood |
| where we were not protected by police, uh |
| We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder |
| You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself |
| Would you? |
| (Uh, yeah, I probably would) |