Wifisfuneral - Sideline Story lyrics

But uh, yeah, man, I mean
Basically, I'm just
Tired of all this shit and what not
I’m 'bout to give you
Shit from my perspective
Shit how I feel through a, the daily basis
And um, shit I wouldn't want up changing
In general
Shit that I feel people should know
I mean, I ain’t get this
Microphone for no reason, my nigga
You know
I'ma just explain to you some shit, whatever
(I mean) if you feel like you in the
Sideline then, this song's for you
Basically ha, and shit, but uh, hear me out

Huh, fuck it my flow is lyrically homicide
To get the case a smile on my face as I
Get to the nine to five
I get this rap shit on my life
Fuck yo' favorite rapper
Give me the mic' and dim the lights
I'll explain my story, show my rise to glory
Shit, I'm still on that road
Just to let you know
I tried to blow like Hiroshima
Get it cleaner up on my screen-er
Walkin' like a mobster, eatin’ lobsters
Quite a shock to the fantasy
I show no love to reality as I gradually
Grab the Presidents from the resurrection
Came up wit’ two suggestions
It's do whatever to make the cheddar
For the worse or for the better
As I long as I don’t sell my soul
I'll try to make this cash forever
However, niggas try to break yo' fall
I mean, yeah, you got rhymes
But trust me, that ain't it at all
They try to crack yo’ jaw wit' that -it shit
What is this serious lyrical
Business they witness?
So, they tend not to sleep
Do whatever to get you bread
And make yourself eat

Look, I said um i said it like this
Ha!

See, I'ma put myself on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
See a lil' nigga put the bank on me
Cause I could bet you anytime
It won't be free
See, these niggas really wanna sleep on me
Oh, Lord i wonder why I would't be so sure
But, I wish somebody had a guideline
On how to get up out the sideline
(Side-line, sideline, yeah
I said, ha, sideline
Where ever we go, sideline
Yeah, sideline nigga)

Look, throughout the pain
Sufferin' and the rain
I stayed the same learnin' the game of life
Only you can get cut off at any given sight
Maybe, I might become so tight wit' the mic'
Kickin' knowledge, while bumpin' The Chronic
I find it ironic on how the theories of the
World get through people
Knowin' they put fear in yo' heart
Just to make you evil
Please don't fall for the traps
Perhaps we can look at it
From a slower perspective
And when it gets hectic, look for yo' savior
And no one's prayed for the wicked
I get lifted
I feel like I have the curse yet
They consider me gifted
I try to reach in yo' heart to spark a rage
But in a good way, we need change
Shit ain't the same
Why don't people care at all?
The Government is fuckin' us up
While in the court they ball
Killuminati rollin' through yo' body like
A 12 gauge shotty oh, I see
I respect none of these fake niggas
Who would figure yo' idol won't
Admit that you're in danger?
Them riches turn bitches inside strangers
Ha, how can I live now?
When I never cried later
I say fuck the others who gon' become haters
15 year-old rebel, I write 'til I die
Wit' my pride in my hand
Understand as a man
I tried to do the best as I can
But only you can control yourself
So what will it be? Are you down for life
Or just for fake wealth?
Pain equals passion, passion equals pain
Yeah, I tried to lend an open hand
But niggas don't act the same

And, yeah, but, alright look, I said um
Ha, look

You would figure life can
Never get any better
For standin' under the bad weather
Wit' a sad song you actin' wrong 'bout all
The bullshit they say
Man, I'm tryin' to negotiate wit'
Deaths on my casket
That shit can get put on delay
Never gave a fuck about a bitch
But I sure love a ho
Bust a nut and then she goes
Pass the cup and now we movin' slow
Walkin' high up on my toes
Livin' life carefree, shit, nigga
I don't know
I express my emotions through the drugs
And fuck for the love of the sweet sex
Never being cautious, so I never use a Latex
But in any words
I touch myself to old VHS porn
Brainstorm about the future, fuck the past
Roll the blunt and get the grass
See my eyes go to white and
To an instant red flash
What the fuck I got to live for?
This song is for all the girls
Who's been called a whore
A song for all the niggas
Who didn't have the balls
To talk to that fine bitch next door
I always wanted to be that popular kid
Instead, I'm that kid wonderin' where
My real Pops is
It's like the older I get, the more I regret
Puttin' my feelin's into women
I should've thought about all the pussies
That I could be swimmin' in
See, sex isn't good until you're high as fuck
Sloppy drunk up on the pavement
Screamin', "What the? Fuck it!"
When I talk about my Step-Dad
I swear to God, I understand my Mom's pain
'Cause bitches play the same game
You can't forget about the popular kids
The ones wit' the Cement 3's
Nike SB's, Gucci backpacks, Louis, Versace
Always the type of person to wish
That I was exactly like them
Too bad, when they heard my name
They said "What the fuck? I don't like him"
For only if they knew the real me
See, being our normal to the world isn't cool
And they wonder why I say
"Fuck school! That shit's a hell-hole"
Want to put me back on my ex, "Oh, hell no!"
I feel like I'm in hell though
See, everyone knows Isaiah
But they don't know Izzy wit' his
Evil thoughts and his smart remarks

Yeah