Side Effects - Oncue

It ain’t that hard to tell with all these hits bitch

Yeah, I was 15 copping cigs on West Hill

To calm the nerves I’m thinking I should best chill

All the shit I seen I need them best pills

Yeah for real, if i didn’t sharpen my skills

Chasin' these mills, fuck freewill all downhill, go all downhill yeah

Panic, manic, near Atlantic

Love prescriptions, true romantics

Rocks and trees, that’s all organic

Tabs up in my turkey sandwich

I was 8 years old back then

My Big bro getting throwed back then

My Daddy smoking stones back then

My momma cryin 'lone again

On the eastside

Born and raised, bumped my head

Seen some graves, then I moved away

Still on the eastside

Lost my mind, became a man

Made some bands, damn damn damn

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

That must be the side effects

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

That must be the side effects

Packed my bags

Cause I Caught my girl cheatin' yeah

Tryna secure the bag

Oh my momma think I’m tweakin yeah yeah

Said I love you but im forreal im really leavin (ay)

Actually next weekend

Trying to make these odds even, where they’re not sleepin

6th floor walk up

Sleepin futon on the floor

Goddamn I’s caught up

Bills unpaid yeah I was poor

Damn I gotta blow now!

I can barely afford no food

I’m the one I hold down

But I gotta change my view

Getting shows

No I didn’t know

Thinking I was rich

What a fool, drop 6 mixtapes

No one really gave a shit

'Til I said fuck em all

Walked in the stu with ammo, clips

Thought I was dead?

Watch me ball

Thank god I was raised like this

On the eastside

Born and raised, Bumped my head

Seen some graves, Then I moved away

Still on the eastside

Lost my mind, Became a man

Made some bands, Damn damn damn

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

That must be the side effects

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

Still on it (ay)

That must be the side effects