Em                 D    C
From the west side
          C                Em
Where the cowboys roam the night
          B             C
The Monte Carlos rumble by
            E               Em
Under these faded old street lights
Em                   D
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
D    C        D
For a man on a mission, (West Side) either you live or you die (Ha ha)
Em                                           B                       C
This is my struggle, (You got a choice) this is my story, this is my life
   D                     Em
Whoa, (Struggle) welcome to my west side

[Verse 1]

                               D
I was born in a flood so I can breathe underwater
          C            D
My father was a martyr on the cross for sons and daughters
Em                                 B
Hate and karma's got a price and I collected that payment
      C                           B             D
Smoke clears, burnt rubber, empty shells on the pavement
Em                  D                              D
Smoke lingers, ears ringin', blood drippin' from a trigger finger
C                 D
Feelin' like I'll never get right with God
Em Am                B
If not I'll gain his trust and gun down the Devil
C                   B      D
Boondock Saint, two Glocks in war paint
Em                  D
Soul's not for sale and my heart’s never fake
          D                          D
They kept sayin' that I couldn't but I never claimed I can't
    Am                               B
See the grind's always worth it when you're searchin' for a purpose
B                                  B
I came up out the furnace belt ’n’ boots made of serpents

[Chorus]

Em                  D   D
From the west side
          B                Em
Where the cowboys roam the night
          B             C
The Monte Carlos rumble by
            E
Under these faded old street lights
Em                    D
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
D                       D
For a man on a mission, either you live or you die
Am                   Bm   B                       C
This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life
     D
Whoa-whoa, welcome to my west side

[Verse 2]

      Em                          D
I was twelve years old walkin' to H&H market
                    C         D
For some Big League gum and a NASCAR of Dale Earnhardt
     Am                             B
Skateboarded at St. Lukes, ran from neighbors pit bulls
           C                                  B   D
Yeah, them things had no chains like a broken-ass Mongoose
       Em                          D
Play t-ball at Charlotte Park with 210 Hillwood class
      C                          D
And I hung out with some crazies down on California Ave
          Am                                 B             A
I met 'em through my cousin Timmy the summer that I stayed out west
C                                            C          D
Ridin' around in that single cab bumpin' The Definition of Real album
    Em                    D
Who hotter than me? Yeah, that shit puts me into that vibe
D                                 D
Makes me wanna pull out that 90's model roast some tread off of them tires
D              Em                   B
And every time I pass Metro I think about that time
   C                     C       C           D
We swapped seats on I-40 doin' a hundred and five

[Chorus]

Em                 D     D
From the west side
          D                Em
Where the cowboys roam the night
          B             C
The Monte Carlos rumble by
            E         Em
Under these faded old street lights
          D           D
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
D                       D
For a man on a mission, either you live or you die
Am                   Bm   B                       C
This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life
      D             Em   D
Whoa, welcome to my west side
     D     D             Em
Whoa-whoa, welcome to my west side

[Outro]

Bm C D Em
D C D Em
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