[Intro]

(Digital)

Yeah, ayy

[Verse: Sideshow]

Tryna get this shit together

When it come to doin' wrong, rather do this shit myself, no co-defendants, uh

They gon' let you down if you let 'em

From the capital, I went and flew Japan and bought that sweater

I'm off beans like Miso, Sideshow love you long if you let him

In that crease like starch on jeans, I'm sippin' lean and smokin' pressure

I'm so militant, that nigga, he gon' die if he try press me

And I love the beef, make sure it comes with fries and a bеverage

Yeah, thеy plot on my demise, I'm exercising they will

Yeah, that nigga tried and died, I turn his shit to Ruth's Chris

Fuck it, leave his roof missing

Police plot on our indictment, but they got the proof missing

She know that I'm the truth, so when I speak, the bitch listen

I'm so handsome, it's a privilege

I got it off of my style, I made it far off my charisma

I'm a dog, if the plug throw me a log, I'ma catch it

We not cut from same cloth, I'm sensing flaws in the fabric

We ain't built the same, this shit could fall apart, I'ma patch it

Tired of sendin' shots, I'm tryna drop a bomb like Apache helicopters

They can't stop us, nigga

Tryna get up on me, you gon' have to do it proper

You move too sloppy, hold your gun too awkward

Yeah, tryna get this shit together

When it come to doin' wrong, I don't need nobody help

Rather do this shit myself

Don't compare me to them niggas, girl, go get somebody else

How you look down on the next man? Always need somebody help

That nigga play with me, I made my shotty felt

I be T Side 'til I die, baby, until my body swept

[Outro]

(Digital)

Heaven is on Earth