Northside, northside, southside, southside
Northside, northside, southside, southside

I remember days
I was in the grave
Like the walking dead
You better say
When you in a daze
They messing with your head
The devil plays but this ain’t a game
Ain’t checkers, this is chess
Man it’s levels to them devils
I’ma wrestle til I’m blessed
Jacob, oh what you whipping, them riches
Oh go get your cake up
So what you get it, man go give it
Poor in Spirit, wake up
Oh so you finished, no you weary
Oh don’t fear it, say something
I been the realist day one

And to them fakers, get at me folk
Yeah, to them haters, get at me Joe
Yeah yeah, to them neighbors, get at me folk
Yeah, to them shakers, get at me Joe
Yeah, to them fakers, get at me folk
Yeah

Yeah
Northside, northside
Yeah
Southside, southside
Yeah
Northside, northside
Yeah
Southside, southside

If it don’t involve us, you can keep that distance
If it’s tension, you can call us
I don’t do division, Mathematician, I am taller
Little petty boots steady stumping with the small ones
Like you got a cauldron, a witch
The wiz
I wish the wicked repent
Them brooms ain’t tombs, that’s empty
It’s lent, it’s lit, it’s fixed
This fight like a mike night
I’m all ears til it bite
Call it night night

Nine millimeter, forty-five, forty-five
Thirty round five-five-six with the green
Nine millimeter, forty-five, forty-five
Thirty round five-five-six with the green

Born in the three-one-four
With all them criminals
The only thing that we know
They come for neck, come for throat
The one with the bundles, it’s under, it’s something
Something broke
Don’t wonder if punches with thunder is coming
Grab a coat
Dealing my Daddy ghost
Haunted by that bottle
Yeah it tried to be my God, the goat
Million little miracles
I’m rich or poor depending on
If I love my Maker more than made
The fate is vengeance, come quick
Come and kiss the Son and get free

Jesus died for my sins
Took my crime, took my place, ah
So no punishment in hell I have to face, ah
Eternity is real, everybody gotta date, ah
You can't run from it
Everybody gon' meet they maker, ah
My eternal light on bling
Death, where you sting?
Jesus Christ is Lord
My eternal King
If it's basketball, He gon' have every ring
All glory be to God, what the manger sing
I was broke, busted, my life was so disgusting
God came through, now I'm sauced up like mustard
On a hot dog, from a puppet to a big dog
Not a money hog, I'm a giver
Giving blessings, y'all
Cup runneth over, no more looking over shoulder
I don't believe in luck
Throw away that four leaf clover
Cup runneth over, no more looking over shoulder
I don't believe in luck
Throw away that four leaf clover