Otherside
He rolled up, asked him what he was sipping onHe said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?That's the same stuffWeezy's sipping huh?And tons of other rappers that be spitting hardYup yup five a boneWhen he passed him that styrofoamThe easter pinkHeard it in a rhyme beforeFinally got to see what all the hype was onAnd then he took a sip, sitting in the LincolnThinking he was pimping as he listened to the systemLittle did he know that it was just as addictive as baseNot the kind of hit from the kick drumHot box, let the base bumpTake it to the face, gulpMonths later the use went upEvery blunt was accompanied by the pink stuffBut Goddamn he loved that feelingPurple rain coated in the throatJust so healingMedicine alleviate the sicknessLiquid affix and it comes with a costWake up, cold sweat, scratching, itchingTrying to escape the skin that barely fit himGone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallowsHeaded towards the bottom couldn't get off itDidn't even think he had a problemThough he couldn't sleep without getting nauseousRoom spinningThinking he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrupHis eyelids closed shutSat back in the chair clutching that cupGirlfriend came and a couple hours laterSaid his name shook him but he never got up
He never got up, he never got upWe live on the cusp of death thinking that it won't be usIt won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be usNah, it won't be us
Now he just wanted to act like themHe just wanted to rap like himUs as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kidsBlunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the fedsThe fact of it is most people that rap like this talking about some shit they haven't livedSurprise, you know the drillTrapped in a box, declined record salesFollow the formula: violence, drugs, and, sex sellsSo we try to sound like someone elseThis is not CalifornicationThere's no way to glorify this pavementSyrup, percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacantDespite how Lil Wayne livesIt's not conducive to being creativeAnd I know cause he's my favoriteAnd I know cause I was off that same mixRationalize the shit that I'd try after I listen to dedicationBut he's an alien, I'd sip that shit, pass out or play PlaystationMonths later I'm in the same placeNo music made, feeling like a failureAnd trust me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basementI've seen my people's dreams dieI've seen what they can be deniedAnd "weeds not a drug" - that's denialGroundhog Day life repeat each timeI've seen oxycontin take three livesI grew up with them, we used to chief dimesI've seen cocaine bring out the demons insideCheating and lyingFriendship cease, no peace in the mindStealing and taking anything to fix the pieces insideBroken, hopeless, headed nowhereOnly motivation for what the dealer's supplyingThat rush, that drug, that dopeThose pills, that crumb, that roachThinking I would never do that, not that drugAnd growing up nobody ever doesUntil your stuck, looking in the mirror like I can't believe what I've becomeSwore I was goin' to be someoneAnd growing up everyone always doesWe sell our dreams and our potentialTo escape through that buzzJust keep me up, keep me upHollywood here we come