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Northside Thug

by Billy

AI-generated song · 1:52 · 3 plays

Lyrics

Intro
Northside, Northside
Raised in the mud, I rise
Lil’ homies all wide-eyed
Learned young how to swallow pride

Verse 1
Couch surf, two shirts, one pair of jeans
Busted shoes runnin’ from the blue beams
Auntie said “boy, you better choose teams”
Either you a wolf or a new feast

Mama in a jumpsuit, phone time short
Pops drank the pain till his heart cut short
Had to be a man on that cracked-up porch
Hungry every night, rage my only fork

Chorus
Smokin’ this shit out this pipe
I’m a Northside thug, that’s me
Came up cold on the northside of 9th street
Mom locked up, pops got too weak
Had to learn life from the concrete
I’m a Northside thug, you can’t change me
Chickasha where I’ll be, north side that’s what made me
Say my name, better watch what you say to me (yeah)

Verse 2
Hand-me-down heater in a backpack
First time squeeze, can’t take that back
Funeral programs in a rubber band stack
Homie in the grave, still talk to him, facts

Eviction on the door, we just laughed then left
House party fights taught respect through theft
Trust got taxed, every love got checked
Heart so numb, I just aim for the neck

Chorus
Smokin’ this shit out this pipe
I’m a Northside thug, that’s me
Came up cold on the northside of 9th street
Mom locked up, pops got too weak
Had to learn life from the concrete
I’m a Northside thug, you can’t change me
Chickasha where I’ll be, north side that’s what made me
Say my name, better watch what you say to me (better watch what you say)

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