Tough Side

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 f*ck 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