Artist: T.I. f/ A$AP Rocky Album: Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head Song: Wildside Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: T.I. singing] Smokin weed, ridin chrome Only thing I've ever known is walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives Slangin ki's, sprayin K's Every day we gettin paid to walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives [T.I.] Come take a lil' walk with me through my neighborhood and come spend a day in my trap Get yo' paper right and that yay some good but just keep a tool in yo' lap My lil' partner holdin that work, nigga want weight but keep around back Best not violate on my turf, nigga you's in danger, die like that Ain't no investigation, no statements and no witnesses, we ain't seen shit Pull up after dark with that jewelry on to come see a bitch, that's what he get We on dark roads with no street lights, that pistol play after fistfights And them geek monsters walk all night with they crack pipes tryin to get right Midnight and we shoot dice, the whole house smellin like cooked crack You beat me and you talk shit, you get shot bitch and I took that Hoodrats on deck, that loud is all I blow This shit to you might sound wild, but this life is all I know [Chorus] [T.I.] Ay, can you picture me back in '93 bumpin Dr. Dre while I hit some weed? Cut school, make ten G, 13 tryin to get ki's At 15 I was full-grown, get wrong, get bust on My uncle gave me a bunch of work and that shit was gone by the next morning Young wild nigga runnin with me, homicide wasn't nothin to us Dead body wasn't nothin to see, that pistol play was just fun to us I was 19 with two felonies, one of my best friends had a life sentence How my Uncle Fred was just like me and had a bunch of partners no longer livin All about that cocaine dealin, no education, no pot to piss in Old school on chrome wheels, window tinted, pistol hidden That shit that I come from, in my heart fear ain't none Stand tall, I can't run from that wildside that I walk on [Chorus] [A$AP Rocky] Uhh, yeah All I ever did was put on, all my old friends tryin to get on Shorty fell out makin diss songs, never talk down when I get home Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on, hundred spokes, brick, chrome God-body, big bone, that's hard-body, Jim Jones Niggaz know the sound how we switch on 'em, 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 lead where they spit chrome where most kids never get to live long Yet they pissed off, get pissed on, pistol-whipped and stripped homie Left for a minute and they switched on me, caught 'em talkin down turnin bitch on me And they snitch on me, ain't got shit on me, so my guess is death is what they wish on me So I'm blowin on them candles, closed lids and dark eyes Cause hate's never part-time when you on that wildside [Chorus]