"Court-side" lyrics
I sat back
And I was thinking to myself
Like what the fuck wrong
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here
Only get bigger
When I fall down
No one to call on
Aye
Sitting with that G-Lock
In the back
Bae
You know what it is
I'm on my Mac shit
Aye
Sitting courtside
With a stack
Aye
Flew through TSA
With that pack with me
G'd up
Strapped up too
I'm a young fly nigga
Pressure, bitch, I swear to God
Got enough ammo
For to kick off a world war
Trauma fucked me up
But I ain't doing wrong
I been holding on
Heart broke
But I'm still breathing
Cause I wrapped it
Bad bitch
Still on my side
I'm a savage
Turnt up
Going wherever
Life tell me to go
Fucked up
Cause a lot of shit
I just don't know
Might change a thing or two
I rage every time
I think of you
I'm looking at you
Like my rider
In my coupe
Check my big brother
The survivor
What you wanna do
Since a lil nigga
I been hustling
Thinking bout coming up
Straight out the bottom
I'm a mastermind
Running that money up
Tucking my chopper
We secure this shit
No taking nothing from us
And if I fuck with you
I fuck with you
No faking it with us
(OBN dada dada)
I sat back
And I was thinking to myself
Like what the fuck wrong
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here
Only get bigger
When I fall down
No one to call on
Aye
Sitting with that G-Lock
In the back
Bae
You know what it is
I'm on my Mac shit
Aye
Sitting courtside
With a stack
Aye
Flew through TSA
With that pack with me
They know I'm a soldier
They know I overcame
I overcame the struggle
10 feet in the gutter
I try to change my ways
I pray every day
For my brothers
Can't turn around
I got so high up in the air
It ain't no coming down
Big dawg, never listen to the run around
I done got so hot
I fucked around and brung the summer out
I been out my top
And I do not know what to call it
I sat back
And I was thinking to myself
Like what the fuck wrong
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here
Only get bigger
When I fall down
No one to call on
Aye
Sitting with that G-Lock
In the back
Bae
You know what it is
I'm on my Mac shit
Aye
Sitting courtside
With a stack
Aye
Flew through TSA
With that pack with me
And I was thinking to myself
Like what the fuck wrong
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here
Only get bigger
When I fall down
No one to call on
Aye
Sitting with that G-Lock
In the back
Bae
You know what it is
I'm on my Mac shit
Aye
Sitting courtside
With a stack
Aye
Flew through TSA
With that pack with me
G'd up
Strapped up too
I'm a young fly nigga
Pressure, bitch, I swear to God
Got enough ammo
For to kick off a world war
Trauma fucked me up
But I ain't doing wrong
I been holding on
Heart broke
But I'm still breathing
Cause I wrapped it
Bad bitch
Still on my side
I'm a savage
Turnt up
Going wherever
Life tell me to go
Fucked up
Cause a lot of shit
I just don't know
Might change a thing or two
I rage every time
I think of you
I'm looking at you
Like my rider
In my coupe
Check my big brother
The survivor
What you wanna do
Since a lil nigga
I been hustling
Thinking bout coming up
Straight out the bottom
I'm a mastermind
Running that money up
Tucking my chopper
We secure this shit
No taking nothing from us
And if I fuck with you
I fuck with you
No faking it with us
(OBN dada dada)
I sat back
And I was thinking to myself
Like what the fuck wrong
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here
Only get bigger
When I fall down
No one to call on
Aye
Sitting with that G-Lock
In the back
Bae
You know what it is
I'm on my Mac shit
Aye
Sitting courtside
With a stack
Aye
Flew through TSA
With that pack with me
They know I'm a soldier
They know I overcame
I overcame the struggle
10 feet in the gutter
I try to change my ways
I pray every day
For my brothers
Can't turn around
I got so high up in the air
It ain't no coming down
Big dawg, never listen to the run around
I done got so hot
I fucked around and brung the summer out
I been out my top
And I do not know what to call it
I sat back
And I was thinking to myself
Like what the fuck wrong
Feel like my head gone
But this shit here can't get no realer
This shit here
Only get bigger
When I fall down
No one to call on
Aye
Sitting with that G-Lock
In the back
Bae
You know what it is
I'm on my Mac shit
Aye
Sitting courtside
With a stack
Aye
Flew through TSA
With that pack with me
