Both Sides lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro]Ronnie-Ronnie-Ron...

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n*ggas want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n*ggas and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (why)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
WOOOOO, aight
I be going hard with my Chicago n*ggas (yea)
If it's beef, fold 'em up, make 'em a taco n*gga (yea)
Keep that trigger like a motherf*cking throttle n*gga (uh)
The more I rev it up the quicker bodies dropping n*gga
My pockets cheesy (cheesy), lasagna n*gga (uh)
My neck clear (clear), vodka n*gga (vodka n*gga)
I'm eating good (good), Benihana n*gga (haha)
Still selling white, Pina Colada n*gga
My new connect, he got it like he Pablo n*gga
You gon' rob who? You a liar n*gga
Fast money, never slowing up, these n*ggas can't f*ck with us
Bang bang, anywhere, yeah these n*ggas know what's up with us
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n*ggas want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n*ggas and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (why)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
See Cabrini Greens (true), went and tore 'em down (paper)
Like 9/11 my 911, the roof fall down (tell em)
On the southside (what), north's true king (cool)
Let the birds fly, like two wings
All a man need in his life man is two things (right)
Balls and his word (what), that's true thing (kill)
You know 300, like O Block
Them my young n*ggas, them 300 in your whole block (boom, boom, boom)
Fly n*gga, simple with it, gold watch
Summertime, Air 1’s, no socks, and the hoes jock (chill)
At the top there's a lot of f*ck n*ggas (f*ck em though)
But them n*ggas know I don't give a f*ck n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n*ggas want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n*ggas and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (why)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I be going hard for my Harlem n*ggas (let's get it)
Talk to them, that A.K. takin' part to n*ggas (ells)
My shooters ain't gon' argue with you (rrrah)
I just bought a chopper, it play target with you (bang)
Juelz in the cut, not my n*gga Fredo (Santana)
Be cool before your t-shirt turn into a dago (rrrah)
My youngin's in the field, shawty they don't play though (number 9)
And I love New York, like my n*gga Tego (ells)
I just spend a chicken on my breitling b*tch (my watch)
b*tch I pack a punch, on some Tyson sh*t (rrrah)
And I run my city and I'm liking it (Chi-raq)
b*tch I run my city and I'm liking it (ells)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n*ggas want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n*ggas and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (why)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n*ggas can't f*ck with us (let's get it)
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