Tough Side Lyrics

My nigga Delta in the pots

This my tough side, got my eyes open wide

This not cha-cha, that's my child

Can't let him slide, don't be shocked when I slide

Electric slide before the road was even paved

I seen the signs, wasn't straight, but I'm not gay

But I got pride if I reach in my bag

These ain't no cold fries

Swear to God, I was cold

Need hot fives, take my turn

Stirring wheel, let's take a drive

Bro like Eli, so basically that mean I'm peyton

I'm like, yo, how you in that field but don't got safety

They like, keep it real

I'm like, why the fuck would I be faking

I'm like, hey, I'm not backtracking

You can't trace me

If I die right now, like for real, who replace me

Yes, I talk to God

But I know niggas who no satan

We too grown for that

Why you keep repeating conversations

I'm too old for this

I be overthinking, might be having flashbacks

All I hear is, boy, go get that belt

Now that's weird, because now I'm buying belts to hold myself

I don't smoke, but I just caught some contact in the air

I'm trying to cope

I won't call no po po for no, still talking to myself

OK, I might need help

You don't know how I felt. Used to give me welts

Kept it to myself

I'm in this car by myself, but I'm not by myself

Know what I'm saying

Hey, this my tough side

Got my eyes open wide

This not cha-cha

That's my child

Can't let him slide

Don't be shocked when I slide

Electric slide before the road was even paved

I seen the signs

Wasn't straight, but I'm not gay

But I got pride if I reach

In my bag , these ain't no cold fries

Swear to God, I was cold

Need hot fives

Take my turn

Stirring wheel

Let's take a drive

Brodie left-handed, so he shoot like Derrick Fisher

I got fastballs

It's like I should have been a picture

Man, he not himself

I think he lowkey need a snicker

He too turnt

I had to turn the volume down, like speakers

She like, F-T

I said, I'm good

I don't do features

I'm the coach now

I'm the one that put him on that bleacher

She said, our back hurt

I said, I'm sorry

Here's a sticker

She throw that tail back

But I'm on D, so I just blitz it

I can't fall for that

But you gon' stumble

We be tripping

I'm just showing class for all them times when I was skipping

I'm just talking back for all them times I had to listen

Now I'm showing out like I'm Hitman, younger sibling

This my tough side

Got my eyes open wide

This not cha-cha

That's my child

Can't let him slide

Don't be shocked when I slide

Electric slide before the road was even paved

I seen the signs

Wasn't straight, but I'm not gay

But I got pride if I reach

In my bag, these ain't no cold fries

Swear to God, I was cold

Need hot fives

Take my turn

Staring wheel

Let's take a drive