Thought You Knew

Lyrics

[Intro] Westside, westside, westside, wetside Right, my shit [Verse 1] We totally different You know that we different They even told you we different I was raised in the mud, it molded me different My first eight help me grow from poppy store to steak, even our Kobe was different Even our homies was different Fucked up work, tryna cook, bro showed me the difference Both them hoes thought of bringing that stove to existence All these bitches choosin', can't keep hoes at a distance I'm still smokin' and sippin I got my degree in this rap and got a diploma in drippin' Only one burner work on the stove in the kitchen But we still work and can't let it slow up the mission Used to beat on the table, not he like Hov in the kitchen [Chorus] And this shit ain't ever been the same since my dawg died Left her son on the scene, had to hug his mom They left blood on his jeans, made a thug cry They gon' hide in quarantine til it's summertime I done seen a Glock .19 take a hunnid lives He got hit 6 times he ain't wanna die And he git addicted to them perkys, and you wonder why Gon fall victim to the streets unless you wanna die [Verse 2] Westside big dawg, I started this shit Before I heard of Leaf Ward, put my heart in this shit Before D4M made they group and they started to spit Before Sim departed and split, before he took off caught a hit I was alone in this shit, I was just staring at shit I wasn't hearing they shit, ain't tryna compare to they shit Couple North niggas dropped, I wasn't aware of they shit Put the westside on my back, I been wearing that shit If you get your moment, you can't blow it, just cherish that shit They say I'm cocky, but I think they copy they parents and shit Before I knew who really had a heart, I put fear in that shit Bro I'm the hottest, I try not to be on some arrogant shit I'm from the side where the murders at And once you walk down that block, ain't no turnin' back On god, I had that Yola before I heard of Yak Word to God, they talk bout them bodies, and I know it's cap I just tied my Gutch around the K, it's like a shoulder strap Put the mobile home on the block, that's where they posted at They say, "Toure why you still sliding, you supposed to rap?" Cuz ain't nobody slidin' how I'm slidin' and I noticed that [Chorus] And this shit ain't ever been the same since my dawg died Left her son on the scene, had to hug his mom They left blood on his jeans, made a thug cry They gon' hide in quarantine til it's summertime I done seen a Glock .19 take a hunnid lives He got hit 6 times he ain't wanna die And he git addicted to them perkys, and you wonder why Gon fall victim to the streets unless you wanna die [Outro] Unless you wanna die You gon fall victim to the streets unless you wanna die Nigga I been broken to the streets wit this little .45 Othello on the