Wildside - T.I.

Smoking weed

Riding chrome

Only thing I’ve ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Swagging keys

Spraying K’s

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood

And come spend a day in my trap

Get your paper right

If that yay some good

But just keep a tool in your lap

My lil patna holding that work

Nigga won’t wait we keep around back

Bet not violate on my turf

Nigga this the days you a die like that

(Hey, no)

Investigation no statements

No witnesses, we ain’t seen shit

Pull up after dark

With that jewelry on

To come see a bitch

That way he get it

We on dark road, with no street lights

That pistol play after fist fights

N’em geek monster walk all night

With they crack pipe trying to get right

Midnight we shoot dice

The whole house smell like cooked crack

You beat me, and you talk shit

You get shot bitch, and I took that

Hoodrats on deck, that loud as all I blow

This shit to you might sound wild

But this life is all I know

Smoking weed

Riding chrome

Only thing I’ve ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Swagging keys

Spraying K’s

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

(Hey)

Can you picture me back in 93'

Bumpin' it out with Dre

While I hit some weed

Cut school, make ten G

Thirteen, trying to get ki

At fifteen, I was full-grown

Get wrong, get bust on

My uncle gave me a bunch of work

And that shit was gone by the next mornin'

You wild nigga runnin' with me

Homicide wasn’t nothin' to us

Dead body wasn’t nothin' to see

That pistol play was just fun to us

I was 19 with two felonies

One of my best friends have a life sentence

All my other friends, was just like me

Had a bunch of partnas no longer living

All about that cocaine dealing

And no education, no pot to piss in

Old school, on chrome wheel

Windows tinted, pistol hidden

That’s the shit that I come from

In my heart, fear ain’t none

Stand tall, I can’t run from

That wildside, that I smoke on

Smoking weed

Riding chrome

Only thing I’ve ever known

Is walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

Swagging keys

Spraying K’s

Every day we getting paid

To walk on the wildside

Welcome to our lives

(Uh)

(Yeah)

All I ever did was pit on

All my old friends tryin' to get on

So they fell out, makin' dis songs

Never talk down when I get home

Ain’t the type of nigga you can shit on

Unexpose, brick chrome

Guard body, big bone

That’s hard body, Jim Jones

Nigga’s know the sound on how we switch on him

Finna wild out on a tip song

Better make a toast, nigga, tip home

First get the bread, then you get gone

From the land of the land where they spit chrome

With most kids never get to live long

If they pissed off, they get pissed on

Pistolwhipped and stripped, homie

Left for a minute and they switched on me

Caught them talking down, turnin' bitch on me

And they snitch on me

They got shit, on me

So my guess is death is what they wish, on me

So I’m Blowing on them candles, closed lids and dark eyes

Kuz hates never part time when you on that wild side