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letra de lil' house on the west side - wordplay t. jay

[verse 1: wordplay t. jay]
i’m from a lil house on the west side
shot gun dreams but we tryna live our best life
stackin up, coming home from the best buy
studying the lyrics of that n-gga from the bedstuy
yeah, sittin on the bars and the gold
sneaking out late go to bars for the goals
and while they at the mall with an arm full of clothes
i’m tryna to get some numbers but no car so its no
step daddy steppin on the porch
made me feel tense like he stepping with a horse
a star with the war cuz he one with thе force
cussin at us all that’s just par for the course
you bеtter have his meal ready
pass him the remote so he feel steady
get up out the way, go to bed and i pray
lord make me feel brave so i k!ll eddie

[chorus: wordplay t. jay]
i’m livin on the west side
that’s life at its best right

[verse 2: wordplay t. jay]
now eddie love to drink bud lights
and try to tough me up so he pick up fights
but i’ve been getting strong so he give up twice
always getting swept like when you pick up rice
it’s kinda like we picked our plight
living out in h-ll not a drink in sight
and every afternoon gotta hear him gripe
about not making money and his b-tch ass life
hmm, i guess one night he had enough
all that stress and the trama, no wonder it added up
both parents dead no wonder he had it tough
he must of wanted out and that house had him cuffed
so, meanwhile he plottin on the ride
“when i get home beat the sh-t out my wife”
ooh it’s his chance, she’s arrived
but what he didn’t know that i been up, surprise
[chorus: wordplay t. jay]
just livin on the west side
that’s life at its best right

[verse 3: wordplay t. jay]
trigger warning, reminiscence
bet eddie felt strong when he’s wrong with this fist
my brother and my sister at home so i’m p-ssed
this is my chance, got my phone and brick
hit him cross the dome so he’d gone with his sh-t
been wanting eddie dead so i long for the risk
i would take jail over this
dail 9-1-1 while i wail at his tip
my family so you better come correct
i’ll fight to the death with a knife at my neck
never been gang but it’s blood i protect
like pirus in the west keep home on my chest
so eventually he left
alluded his death, god must of seen best
fight or flight mode so close to the nest
wonder how i coped with this test

[chorus: wordplay t. jay]
livin on the west side
that’s life at its best right

- wordplay t jay

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