Creative Gold - My Side [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Creative Gold]

On my side we ride dirty, all the bikes on 7:30
Gershwin with a bad bitch, might dip off if she with it early
Don't trip much, but I drink a lot
A lot of niggas don't think a lot
On my side you talk side get left dead in that parking lot
Real talk this New York, no bullshit on our boardwalks
A lot of niggas love talking bout it
But a lot of niggas ain't war once
No lie I ain't the hardest nigga, but I'm far removed from the softest one
Guarantee you try to step to us, guarantee that we ain't talking much on my side

[Hook: Creative Gold]

We don't fuck around you get laid out, if you talking shit you ain't near bout
Bet ya whole block get cleared out on my side
Get ya chain snatched and ya wig clapped
These niggas don't play that's straight facts, yankee fitteds and steel bats on my side x2

[Verse 2: Bigg$]

Shit real on my side, east new york I got street ties
Brownsville what I call home, I be blowing loud with them street guys
Know some niggas that sell dope, know some niggas that sell pies
Know some niggas that trap hard, gotta keep it brief on them cell lines
Yeah I know all them coke boys, but no French Montanas on my side
Know some niggas that crack cards, I don't give a fuck about fed time
Niggas know about my side, guns stay on waistline
Come around with them jewels on, niggas know that it's food time
It's food time and I ain't had my plate yet
Niggas talk about they be on my side, but I ain't seen they face yet
Creative up on that rack side, that's sack side
Bigg$ be up on that trap side, I be talking that facts side
I ain't got no reason to lie, all my niggas they'll let it fly
Catch yo ass on that back block, best believe we gonna let him die
Cause I don't be really be fucking with none of you bitch ass niggas on that side
I only be riding with all of my niggas and bitches, that's riding on our side, on my side

[Hook: Creative Gold]

We don't fuck around you get laid out, if you talking shit you ain't near bout
Bet ya whole block get cleared out on my side
Get ya chain snatched and ya wig clapped
These niggas don't play that's straight facts, yankee fitteds and steel bats on my side x2