T.I., A$AP Rocky - Wildside lyrics

Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wildside welcome to our lives
Slangin' 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 and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Better not violate on my turf
Nigga you's in danger to 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 way he get it
We on dark road with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
And them geek monsters walk all night with
They crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot dice
The whole house smelling 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
Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wildside welcome to our lives
Slangin' keys, spraying K's
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wildside welcome to our lives

Can you picture me back in '93 bumpin'
Dr dre while I hit some weed?
Cut school, made ten G thirteen
Trying to get keys
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 morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing 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 friend had a life sentence
How my uncle Fred was just like me and
Had a bunch of partners no longer living
All about that cocaine dealing, no education
No pot to piss in
Old school, on chrome wheel, window 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 walk on

Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wildside welcome to our lives
Slangin' 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 put on
All my old friends tryna get on
Shorty fell out, making 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 niggas know the sound of how
We switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
Home, first get the bread, then get going
From the land of the lead
Where they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
Get their pistols, get pissed
On, pistol-whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they switched
On me, caught them talking down
Tryna 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 blowing on them candles
Closed lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when
You on that wildside

Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wildside welcome to our lives
Slangin' keys, spraying K's
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wildside welcome to our lives