Slim - Passenger Side lyrics
[Slim - Passenger Side lyrics]
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Nothing but devilish thoughts
Funny how far we came from doing shit
That my teachers never taught
I got friends with life behind bars
Who don't care bout watches and cars
They just want freedom at last
Wishing that they could change their past
I told bro "Know where my loyalty lies"
So if I die for his problems, please don't cry
I just hope that the mandem ride
And I get the kinda justice where someone dies
It's sad to say, it's the life we live, not the life we like
Decisions we make are based on pride
And if I could, I wouldn't change a thing
Relationships ain't based on kids
It's either love or not, I'm a solid man with my gun or not
When I was young, yo I hugged my block
Pedal bike with a hundred shots
I looked up to people like S that walked around with his gun on cock
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Nothing but realness
Whether you are a millionaire or sitting in jail, yo you can feel this
The judge don't care if they're children
Twenty-five years and he never killed him
I got family that I don't speak to so you think I care if you feel Slim?
I was in jail with feelings that I can't show
I won't lie, I was chasing parole
I was inside for years, missing my daughter grow
You can't tell someone who don't want to be told
And you can't fold someone who will not fold
I've seen friends change and it turned me cold
I'm in a 4.4, doing 1-3-0 down the M69
And I love my niggas to death but money's involved, your friends will lie
To make things work you gotta give time, county spots billing lines
I'm counting prof through the night, if you do something just do it right
Right or wrong, yo I own all the shit I've done
I ain't ever booked no prison visits for my niggas and shown 'em up
Yo I put bread on the table and broke off slices
I was left to my own devices
Yo sitting inside for years, I realised time is priceless
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Nothing but devilish thoughts
Funny how far we came from doing shit
That my teachers never taught
I got friends with life behind bars
Who don't care bout watches and cars
They just want freedom at last
Wishing that they could change their past
I told bro "Know where my loyalty lies"
So if I die for his problems, please don't cry
I just hope that the mandem ride
And I get the kinda justice where someone dies
It's sad to say, it's the life we live, not the life we like
Decisions we make are based on pride
And if I could, I wouldn't change a thing
Relationships ain't based on kids
It's either love or not, I'm a solid man with my gun or not
When I was young, yo I hugged my block
Pedal bike with a hundred shots
I looked up to people like S that walked around with his gun on cock
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Nothing but realness
Whether you are a millionaire or sitting in jail, yo you can feel this
The judge don't care if they're children
Twenty-five years and he never killed him
I got family that I don't speak to so you think I care if you feel Slim?
I was in jail with feelings that I can't show
I won't lie, I was chasing parole
I was inside for years, missing my daughter grow
You can't tell someone who don't want to be told
And you can't fold someone who will not fold
I've seen friends change and it turned me cold
I'm in a 4.4, doing 1-3-0 down the M69
And I love my niggas to death but money's involved, your friends will lie
To make things work you gotta give time, county spots billing lines
I'm counting prof through the night, if you do something just do it right
Right or wrong, yo I own all the shit I've done
I ain't ever booked no prison visits for my niggas and shown 'em up
Yo I put bread on the table and broke off slices
I was left to my own devices
Yo sitting inside for years, I realised time is priceless
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son
Sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's ride
Thinking how far I've come
All of the dirt I've done, all of the work I've spun
All for the love of the guns, all for the love of the funds
My boy ain't home till he's sixty-one
Praying the bricks still come
Wishing that he could just grip his son