Lyrics WEST SIDE - Aye Gee

Where'd you get the beauty scar tough guy
Eating pussy
How am I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy

Born on the west side
Yeah the west side
Born and raised to go and get good grades
Pop working twelve hours cooking Philly cheesesteaks
Any day he could've lost his life
You know the stakes, question
How we go from selling loosies to selling mixtapes
Long way from the trenches to come to Penn State
Honestly doesn't feel like reality
None of these kids walk around worrying bout fatality
How can we relate when I'm the walking abnormality
Hold on
Can't come on too strong or else back home
I lose my backbone who knew all along
The heartbreak kid could make it out the Ox
When I'm the first in the fam to ever buy stocks
Crazy I know it
Pain could never show it
Cried in my girls arms and still found a way to blow it
No better way for God to have wrote it
Fuck keeping all this shit to myself
I wrote you these twelve songs
Now let Scarface tell you himself