[Verse 1] Mama clocked in early, came home with tired hands Beans on the stove, fan blow slow through the plans Kids on the block with the cracked-up court lines Kick can, hop scotch, everybody on the same time Mr. Gold Chain ride by in a candy blue frame His folks got a penthouse, we just work for the change He talk big game, but he don’t know the rain That come through the roof when the thunder hit the lane We learned how to stretch it, how to make a little last Hand-me-down fit, still fresh when we pass Church hat, clean creases, front porch parade Folks had more heart than the money they made [Pre-Chorus] One side got keys, one side got grind Same hot sun on the same old line They can watch from the glass, we can build from the dirt Same city, different hurt [Chorus] We from that side, that side Where the block stay loud and the hope stay live We from that side, that side Different cloth, but we still survive Rich man grin, poor man pride Same damn city, two whole lives We from that side, that side Curbside versus gated wide [Verse 2] Down on the corner, kids trade cards for chips Up in the tower, they got silk on the hips We got cousins on the couch, aunties in the den They got valet lines and a code at the gate for the friends He say "poverty that" like it never got a name Like a leaky apartment ain't a box full of flame We was raised on a pulse, on a beat, on a plea On a plate split four ways and a strong family tree Meanwhile they sipping out the coupe with the ice Acting like the whole world was assembled for life But our mamas made magic from a busted-up day Put a shine on the struggle that refuse to decay [Pre-Chorus] One side got keys, one side got grind Same hot sun on the same old line They can watch from the glass, we can build from the dirt Same city, different hurt [Chorus] We from that side, that side Where the block stay loud and the hope stay live We from that side, that side Different cloth, but we still survive Rich man grin, poor man pride Same damn city, two whole lives We from that side, that side Curbside versus gated wide [Bridge] Ain't no shame in the way we move Ain't no shame in the shoes we wore Silver spoon can't taste this truth When the porch light bless the door [Final Chorus] We from that side, that side Where the block stay loud and the hope stay live We from that side, that side Different cloth, but we still survive Rich man grin, poor man pride Same damn city, two whole lives We from that side, that side Curbside versus gated wide
