[Chorus: x2] Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze. Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze. Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze. On a Sunday night I might bring me some haze. [Lupe Fiasco:] I tilt mine to the left, it’s just the west side of him. Don't ride nothing but know plenty people, peoples that ride something. Decided cousin, I should describe the lives of him. Some wise, drive Chevy's with gold Dayton's in the Taj of 'em. But first let me tell you where son grown. Grew up 'round GD, CVL's, black soles and unknowns. Hanging hat, banging sack, slanging with guns on. Forced to drop the folks or you gotta run home. Or you gotta run anyway after you drop the folks. 'Cause they was really folks looking for somebody to jump on. Wars, lords shoot up all the corners they hung on. Hear the squeezing ring for my region brother to come home. Violations, laws, lessons, sessions and mandates. Picnic collections, lit sign throwing the handshakes. That's why I stay, drop eyes where I play. GDN in they fades where the 150 sittin' sideways. [Jay-Z:] You know the boy slam Bentley doors. I been riding Lexus since '94. Before I had a deal I was on a world tour. In a town near you showed up with raw. Fast forward a couple years I growed up some more. Closed up the store, sewed up the floor. Rose up with the charts, sold up with the 4 Sold 5, sold 6, sold 30 more. Yo I'm a kilo in the game like I was before. My life repeating like words in the corridor. (Hello, hello, hello, hello) Before I ...