Side Nigga Anthem
Deante' Hitchcock Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah
Look

I know you got something on your mind
Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
I could be your nigga on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
I know I'm a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah

Ayy, look
Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
Swear lil' shotta was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
Monogamy or mΓ©nage Γ  trois, the mental plight of the black man
You know you thought the one that you had bagged was bad
'Til you fuck around and meet the bad friend
(You ain't shit, nigga)
Yeah, what else is new?
Ain't in the mood for no lectures, boo
Though the weed and Henny got me extra loose
I'm still on point like a decimal
So she was skeptical of all that shit talking
I smashed twice, now she quit talking
She ain't used to getting good dick
Often had to chokeslam her like the wrestler move
(I think I love him, girl)
Yeah, well think again
I hope you pray, you got some decent friends
Well besides the ones that I done hit already
They tryna freak again, they tryna freak again
I got her sleeping in, skipping classes
Bending over backwards, rolling up the Backwoods
Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress
Once I bless a bitch, she'll never sneeze again like

Nigga you got me fucked up
I can't believe you got me out here stuck on stupid
You out here fucking on these raggedy-ass hoes
Slanging dick to bitches who ain't even a third of me
Nigga, you a fucking joke
I can't believe I wasted all this time on your stupid ass
I cut off all my hoes for a nigga that ain't shit

Look, I know you got something on your mind
Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
I could be your nigga on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
I know I'm a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah

Ayy, look
Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
Swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
Monogamy or mΓ©nage Γ  trois, the mental plight of the black man
Got me stressed, dealing with all this bad karma on the backend, on the backend
How you feel though?
All my old hoes can get the boot like a steel-toe
You ain't truly living 'less you found a woman you would kill for, for real though
Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing
And pussy popping got me so conflicted
Now she ask me why I'm acting so suspicious
'Cause I've been out here fucking other niggas' bitches
Need to pack a bag, the way a nigga tripping, aw shit
All I need is these money trees and this life of sin, and that's it
I swear to God, but when you got it all, it's kind of hard to miss
But watchin' 'em leave gon' be hard as shit
When you realizing that it's too late and you call her up and she called it quits

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Look, I know you got something on your mind
Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
I could be your nigga on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah




I know I'm a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Deante' Hitchcock's song "Side Nigga Anthem" center around a man offering his services as a "nigga on the side" to a woman who is presumably already in a committed relationship with someone else. He acknowledges that he's not a perfect partner and is a "dog," but promises to keep their arrangement secret. He also raps about his past mistakes and bad decisions, particularly when under the influence of drugs or alcohol. He describes his partner as having doubts about their relationship and feeling conflicted about their infidelity. The chorus repeats the offer to be a "nigga on the side" and promises of Hennessy and weed.


The song's lyrics capture a controversial and sensitive topic of being a side partner in a relationship. The artist acknowledges the imperfections in the situation but uses his charm to convince the woman he is speaking to make the most out of their relationship. He utilizes crude language and slang throughout the song to emphasize the casual nature of the relationship.


Line by Line Meaning

I know you got something on your mind
I can tell there is something bothering you and it is better to just be open about it


Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
There is no point in trying to hide what is already obvious to me


I could be your nigga on the side
I can be the one you turn to for secret satisfaction


Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I won't reveal our arrangement, no matter what


I got what you want, I got what you need
I have all you desire, from the perfect company to the substances that offer pleasurable experiences


Hennessy and weed
I am your connection for the substances that will make you feel amazing and forget your troubles


Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
Come to me for what you need, I can handle the job


I know I'm a dog, but she love it all
I admit that I am not the best kind of person, but she enjoys everything anyway


Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah
Join me as we roam through the streets of Atlanta, doing whatever we please


Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
I only make poor choices when under the influence of drugs


Swear lil' shotta was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
I swear the girl I'm with must have trained as a gymnast, the way she can arch her back


Monogamy or mΓ©nage Γ  trois, the mental plight of the black man
The dilemma between having one partner or multiple is a challenge for many African-American men


You know you thought the one that you had bagged was bad
You believed you had the best of the bunch, but you were wrong


'Til you fuck around and meet the bad friend
Until you meet the friend who is even better


Yeah, what else is new?
I am not surprised by your response


Ain't in the mood for no lectures, boo
I don't want to hear negative speeches from you


Though the weed and Henny got me extra loose
Even though I am intoxicated, I am still in control


I'm still on point like a decimal
I'm still sharp and precise, even with my vices


So she was skeptical of all that shit talking
She didn't believe any of the bragging I did


I smashed twice, now she quit talking
After having sex twice, she stopped talking and began enjoying the moment


She ain't used to getting good dick
She isn't accustomed to having satisfying sex


Often had to chokeslam her like the wrestler move
I had to show her the physical pain of my power, like in wrestling


I think I love him, girl
I believe I am in love with him


Yeah, well think again
You need to reconsider that feeling


I hope you pray, you got some decent friends
I hope you have good people around you for support


Well besides the ones that I done hit already
Apart from the people I have already had sex with


They tryna freak again, they tryna freak again
They want to have sex with me once more


I got her sleeping in, skipping classes
I have her so addicted to me that she is skipping important things in her life


Bending over backwards, rolling up the Backwoods
She is so in love with me that she is willing to do anything I ask, like rolling cigarettes for me


Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress
We are so caught up in ourselves that we aren't paying attention to the mess we are making


Once I bless a bitch, she'll never sneeze again like
After I have given her pleasure, she won't ever experience anything as good again


Nigga you got me fucked up
You are really messing with my emotions


I can't believe you got me out here stuck on stupid
I can't believe I let myself become so attached to you


You out here fucking on these raggedy-ass hoes
You are having sex with women who aren't as good as me


Slanging dick to bitches who ain't even a third of me
You are having sex with women who are nowhere near as good as I am


Nigga, you a fucking joke
You are ridiculous and not worth my time


I can't believe I wasted all this time on your stupid ass
I can't believe I have spent so much of my life on someone like you


I cut off all my hoes for a nigga that ain't shit
I got rid of all my other options for someone who isn't worth it


Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
I only make poor choices when under the influence of drugs


Swear lil' shotta was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
I swear the girl I'm with must have trained as a gymnast, the way she can arch her back


Monogamy or mΓ©nage Γ  trois, the mental plight of the black man
The dilemma between having one partner or multiple is a challenge for many African-American men


Got me stressed, dealing with all this bad karma on the backend, on the backend
I am feeling stressed about the negative consequences of my actions


All my old hoes can get the boot like a steel-toe
I am getting rid of all my previous sexual partners


You ain't truly living 'less you found a woman you would kill for, for real though
You can't live life to the fullest until you have found someone truly worth fighting for


Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing
I am thinking about the past while staring at my Henny bottle


And pussy popping got me so conflicted
I am feeling confused by my sexual desires


Now she ask me why I'm acting so suspicious
She is questioning my behavior


'Cause I've been out here fucking other niggas' bitches
I have been having sex with women who are already in relationships with other men


Need to pack a bag, the way a nigga tripping, aw shit
I need to leave this place in a hurry, things are getting out of control


All I need is these money trees and this life of sin, and that's it
All I am focused on is obtaining money and enjoying the sinful lifestyle that comes with it


I swear to God, but when you got it all, it's kind of hard to miss
I promise to remain faithful, but when everything comes so easily, it's hard to resist temptation


But watchin' 'em leave gon' be hard as shit
Saying goodbye to the people I have hurt will be difficult


When you realizing that it's too late and you call her up and she called it quits
When you realize that you have lost someone you truly cared for and they have moved on


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Written by: Deante' Van Hitchcock

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Tottieyana

His vibe is like a fusion of Mac Miller & J. Cole. But obviously he’s his own artist with his own sound. It’s dope! Keep it up bro

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Dare Otesanya

He deserves to be on DreamVille!! Sounds like that J. Cole vibe!! Also great Korn shirt and lovely video

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