Eternal - Chance The Rapper, Smino

Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh

Side niggas can’t dance like this, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh

Side niggas can’t stamp like this, uh-uh

Yeah, yeah (You know what time it is), yeah, yeah, yeah

What you know about this?

This before your time

I used to two-step in the 019

I always been fine, this is not new wine

I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime

Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good

Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right

You send him to the store and forget that he left

You send me to the store, I come back with a chef

I’ll come back out of breath

While your side nigga sittin' at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft

I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next

I made the three more famous than Steph

No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck

I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check

Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor

Side chicks can’t take out splinters

Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda

Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house

They gon' send her off, they gon' send her out

To buy more things that they hid in the couch

Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?

Pull up in a ring like wrestlers

Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks

Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks

20−1-9, I want it one of a kind

2020, I’ma be ahead of my time

Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond

But if you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy

And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep

Huh, slow motion so I had to see

Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses

I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)

I drank my passionfruit (Sweet)

I’m runnin' through your organs like when I pass the hoop

I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball

I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up

I ain’t ate all month, you lookin' like a plate of lunch

Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned

Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs

Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones

Now she giving me ultimatums

I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take 'em

I can’t see for the life of me

Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey

Side chicks can’t do flat twists

Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)

Side chicks can’t cook no grits

Grits, nigga, grits

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh

Side niggas can’t dance like this, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh

Side niggas can’t stamp like this, uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Oh yeah)