Lyrics Westside Bound 3 - SABA, Joseph Chilliams

Westside Bound 3

And I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about, ayy
Austin, my grandmama house, ayy
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
Coulda been traffickin'
But I would rather do better than my uncle had it
My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip
Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy
Westside nigga go cray, yeah
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray, ooh
And I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about
Austin, my grandmama house
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
Coulda been traffickin'
But I would rather do better than my uncle had it
My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip
Slept on the palette
Promised my mama I’d turn it to palace
My granny house was right by Wallace’s Catfish
Corner but lo and behold when it’s below zero
And you watch your best friend hit the corner, uh
And now I no longer even know him
Used to hoop daily, we thought we was Jordan
He went on to high school but dropped out a junior
I went on to college, he went on a shooter
He went on to juvie, I went out on tour, ayy
Bicycle with the juice in the wheel, if you was a real nigga
We wouldn’t have to hear ya keep proving yourself
'Cause who really cares 'bout
What side or block you’re reppin'
Your whereabouts will keep you seperate
All lost some niggas to some weapons
That’s why I’m walking like I’m welcome, ayy
Hennessy bet they’ll buy that
Just to pour it on the curb, uh
We blinded like an eyepatch
'Til your boy’s in a hearse, ayy
Ayy, where the westside at?
Shouts the thugs, shouts the nerds, ayy
Shout the kids claiming Chiraq
Know you born in the burbs, boy
Westside nigga go cray, yeah
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray
Ayy, and I’m from the part of the city
That they don’t be talkin' about, ayy
I gave the Westside a new meaning
I took it to the Europeans
The police took my nigga freedom
I probably be in there with him
'Cause honestly I think just like all my niggas
And honestly I should’ve reached out to Twista
Like, «Ayy bro, I got one, I need you on this one»
Austin, Division, ironic that that’s the divide
Below the poverty line
My mother was on the Southside
Z-Money told me hit his line
I caught the bus off of Pine
I say my words double time
Knock on wood, I have not ever been robbed
But a few niggas tried on the train
On my way to school a couple times
Westside nigga go cray, yeah, ayyy
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray
Westside nigga go cray
Ugh, and I’m from a part of the city
I was sittin' on my front porch when I saw my first titty
Proud to throw the Westside up
When I was five watching Pac dissing Biggie
Whole fit off of Madison
Eatin' Uncle Remus, fuck a Whole Foods
Shorty used to act like Stone Cold
Flipping niggas off crackin' cold brews
Westside prep was my old school
The block was hot like Suzanne Somers
Seen someone that got hit with a shotty
Walk a block while he shitted his body
Cops came started liftin' his body
I went back to watchin' NickToons
Watch your back when it’s mid June
You can always be my big spoon
Know you in the hood when you see the poles
With the blue lights
Steady flashin' like cheerleader clothes
I remember letters in the first grade 'cause of GDs and fours
Mama speaking in code tryna get a job at the store
Never gonna get it like En Vogue
All my Westside niggas go
On my bucket list, I want ten million dollars in my bank account
And I want to fuck ten bitches at the same time
This your boy, Stunt Taylor