Cyhi The Prynce - Sideways (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro] Man, everywhere I go, man These n***as be frownin' their faces here and sh** Somethin' wrong with these n***as [Verse 1: Cyhi Da Prince] Soon as I pull up the driveway With a bad b**h standin bout 5'8" Around my waist, where I stay n***as irate, cause I skate Like Stevie Williams tryna reach a million n***as showin' love when I reach the building Sold out shows at East Pavillion Probably with yo b**h if she's appealing My car ain't a house, why I need a ceiling If she at the crib, then he is drilling Run up on me then the heat is spilling Why you mad, n***a you could barely feed your chillun If that's yo girl, why she revealing Her deeper feelings about me instillin This dick in her, then fix dinner Put my login, but I don't hit enter Whats wrong? You supposed to be the big spender p**y n***a you should go and switch genders You a female, I get weed mail Got so much work I need 3 scales Take the whip to go an get detailed And hit Houston's I eat well But I gotta ride with the 4-5 They don't like me, and I don't know why [Hook] Them haters lookin' at me Sideways, sideways, sideways Them haters lookin' at me Sideways, sideways, sideways Them haters lookin' at me Sideways, sideways, sideways Them haters lookin' at me Sideways, sideways, sideways Them haters lookin' at me [Verse 2: Cyhi Da Prince] They lookin', they lookin' Police think they cookin' I sell it but I shouldn't If I was rich trust me, I wouldn't I'm not a woman beater But Keisha is who I'm pushin Sold a hundred pounds only one of them was tookin If I see them, then I'm bookin' like I got a show in Brooklyn Buy some powder and some Kush'n And a pistol in the glove department With a f**in loaded cartridge for cowards that's woofin If they pay me a million to be you for a minute,I wouldn't I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin' I sold it for the 5 even though they said I couldn't They call me Mr. TAX-A-BLOCK First not cause I rap alot I can see that I rap a burn way faster than I rap a block Plus this thing on my hip, force a n***a to have to hop My partners like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car They try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out And when I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me why? [Hook] [Verse 3: Cyhi Da Prince] s**ers hate so they screw-face I'm hi-to-def, no Blu Ray I'm shy as hell, no Lupe I'm Bobby Cox, too Brave Ride around in my new shades Clock two tres for my crusade All my bullets fly with tips Just like T, I do clay I'm on the way to the UK n***as do say I'm the new Jay I'm so polished, low mileage I'm a fresh man, but I don't go to college And I don't own a stylus But I was on the violet When I'm on the pilot Like a DVD when I feed the streets My songs is burnin' like Eazy-E Now you mad cause your girl wanna be with me And you know I'mma bang her like a Jeezy beat I see you hatin' you don't need to speak You can have her back, I don't need the freak Before a little n***a even get a chance to reach his peak... [Hook]