[INTRO] WHUZZUP! YEAH! YOU KNOW ME! IT’S YOUR BOY D-UNIT! D-UNIT AND FRIENDS, YA SILLY BITCHES! WEST SIIIIIDE! Whole graveyard finna act ignorant tonight. LET’S RIDE. [VERSE 1] I’m the big homie where the dead folk stay, Whole block go stupid when I creep they way. Fresh black suit, skinny fool, big grin, Fine-ass freaks on the curb like, “Damn, let him in.” YEAH! But I’m bored as fuck. Same screams, same graves, Same fools throwing parties like they never get played. Whole hood know the script, Every move on cue, Everybody loving this shit, I’m like, “What else we do?” Smile for the crowd, Give ’em what they expect, Then I’m back at the crib feeling socially wrecked. Then I found one door with some strange-ass glow, Stepped through that bitch like, “Hold up, what’s this though?” Lights everywhere, Cold as hell outside, Whole brain locked in. Now we taking a ride. [VERSE 2] Went way up north where the cold stay mean, Big boy in red latex suit running some whole-ass scheme. Little dudes in the back making play toys, making crack and cocaine, Working all damn year while big homie run the show. I’m like, “AY, THIS FOOL A PIMP?” Whole squad looking fly, Whole operation crisp. He got workers, got rides, got the whole world buying, And his big red ass just bouncing round smiling. I said, “Big homie, let me get some action on that.” He looked at me funny. I said, “Nah, I’m serious, fat fuck.” Give me the list. Give me the ride. Give me the sack. Matter fact, move over. D-Unit finna run that. Silly bitches screaming, “Bro, stay in your lane!” Fuck a lane, I’m finna franchise the game. Put teeth in the toys, make the cute shit mean, Turn that sweet little hustle into something obscene. [HOOK] Meet me where the dead trees lean! WEST SIDE! Moon hanging crooked over everything mean. Silly bitches talk, let ’em talk that shit, I got bones holding me, you held together by stitch. No pulse, still ride or die, Cold dirt low, big black sky. Whole damn world can kiss my ass goodbye, I been dead forever… But you make me feel alive. [VERSE 3] My fine-ass ride-or-die said, “Something ain’t right.” But I’m three days deep studying ribbons all night. She dropping little hints, giving looks, giving signs, Girl, I don’t decode that shit. USE WORDS NEXT TIME. Say, “FOOL, THIS PLAN IS ASS.” There we go. That’s communication. Now I can process that. But nah, I’m locked in, brain running full speed, Got diagrams everywhere like this shit what I need. Every bow got a theory, every bell got a chart, Everybody saying chill, I’m like, “I’M DOING MY PART.” Then she said, “You finna fuck this whole thing up.” I said, “Baby, relax. Your boy got luck.” Narrator: He did not. [CROWD] HELL NAH! [VERSE 4] Took the ride out like I owned that shit, Whole sky lit up, thought the takeover hit. Then folks down below started losing they mind, Turns out screaming-ass presents wasn’t part of design. Who knew? Not me. I thought that shit slapped. Next thing I know, whole sky firing back. Now I’m dropping through clouds like, “Damn, they mad.” Hit the ground face-first. Whole hustle went bad. Big boy up north probably counting his bread, Like, “Who let that skinny motherfucker touch my shit?” Fair. My bad, big pimp. I saw the operation and got thirsty for a piece of it. [BREAKDOWN] WHO WENT NORTH? D-UNIT! WHO SAW THE HUSTLE? D-UNIT! WHO WANTED ACTION? D-UNIT! WHO FUCKED IT UP? D-UNIT! WHO WARNED HIM? HER! WHO WAS RIGHT? HER! [CROWD] HER! HER! HER! D-UNIT: Man, fuck y’all. [VERSE 5] Real talk though, Whole life everybody loving the version I show, Big grin, big entrance, make the whole room glow. Learn every cue, every face, every tone, Build a map in my head so I don’t look lost alone. But she never needed that. Never needed the act. Saw the weird-ass fool underneath all that. Never wanted the crown. Never wanted the fame. Never cared if the whole damn block screamed my name. She just looked at me like, “I know who you are.” Damn. That hit harder than falling from the stars. So fuck all the flexing, fuck chasing that glow, Fuck trying to become some shit I don’t know. I had everything already, just too blind to admit The one holding me together was the one made of bits. [FINAL HOOK] Meet me where the dead trees lean! WEST SIDE! Moon hanging crooked over everything mean. Silly bitches talk, let ’em talk that shit, I got bones holding me, you held together by stitch. No pulse, still ride or die, Cold dirt low, big black sky. Whole damn world can kiss my ass goodbye, I been dead forever… But you make me feel alive. [OUTRO] WHUZZUP! YOU KNOW ME! IT’S YOUR BOY D-UNIT! D-UNIT AND FRIENDS! YA SILLY BITCHES! And big boy up north… Respect the hustle. My bad I tried to jack your whole operation. Your little dudes making dough though? Shit. I see you. To everyone listening . . . I hate you. D-UNIT OUT!
