Beedie - Other Side lyrics

[Hook] How long, how long will I slide? Separate my side Don't believe it's [Verse 1: Mr. Chief] Beats at Will We over here The past is just that cause I'm moving on past it Never know, it could be me in that suit in a casket I pray to wake to the sun, thank the moon as it pa**es As long as there's breath in my lungs and food in my cabinets It's hard to believe you see them preach but don't practice All you see is pain in the streets weaving through traffic See we claim to be free, but they bleed us in taxes Plus the TV is force-feeding the ma**es With fear and grief from the seed to the casket It's clear to see even behind these gla**es That the rich getting richer sitting on their a**es My percent hitting liquor stores, hitting the man'itz Little kids, smoking cigs, popping scrips of the Xanax So in debt, eighty grand what they did up on campus 9 to 5 ain't getting me, but I need cash advances Give a twenty to the stripper on my lap for dancing Ass backwards [Hook] [Verse 2: Knox Money] Yeah, buddy Real sh** My job ain't worth keeping, I ain't been sleeping Boss man tripping I ain't trying to work weekends And my chick bugging cause we never spend time Try to make her understand, "Baby I got to grind" I was born and raised ray by a Michigan made I never let another state take Michigan plates It ain't lovely; we don't need it to be We the strongest type of people so we need to achieve We the ones who keep it going so we need to believe Never once have I ever thought I needed to leave Whether mic in my hand or not, we are a team Not no rap sh** either, I'm talking as human beings I don't give a damn about acceptance or rotation You will never catch me busting a Dougie or Stanky Leggin' I be in the basement blunt in hand blazing Trying to ease my mind, I got hope that we can make it Come on [Hook] [Verse 3: Beedie] Ay, I feel you Chief It's Beedie Pittsburgh Uh, they know the routine, move on the scene rapidly With how long I been gone I see it happening They taking notes while I move like they be mapping me They try to see the flows on my phone to read the masterpiece I hit up Mr. Chief for that master feast It's the last supper for these other motherf**ers now Got the bouncing off the walls like they bugging out But I'm on top of the weather, I stay above the clouds Breeze through with the sour diesel Red hot like the spiciest jalapeños High top Nikes, low cut Adidas I spent my whole paycheck to be fresh, Jesus How I'm going to get by without selling trees-es? Forty dollars an hour for studio, no Visas So when we make it to the other side we can come alive We ain't worried about a plate to feed us [Hook]