OUTSIDE

Yea (Bang that shit Gonzo) Wake up early thinking that my lifes a golden one Feeling blessed, I thank up God he chose a chosen one Swing your feet down, let your guard down, we all cool here Why you stressing? Why you tensing? You seem new here Dog we outside It's the morning of the mourning, gotta get mine Cutting off the federales they got outlined Talking shit but never out there he a false god Tell that boy I'm beating ass like c'mon meet me outside I ain't never claim no gang But I'll still get live We can break it down on pavement I'm gon' get live Show his hand that boy was bluffin', he got weak hands You can't never trust no man who never jumped off deep ends (no, no, no) It's 'bout principle My brothers had to get up out that spot and go ahead rinse it off These morals manage many men, but mine is some ineffable Swinging pistols, moving whips, that boy think he an animal I put it out and get it in I love my gang right 'til the end Shooters gotta shoot he kept doot-dooin' 'til he put it in (huh) Don't play with us boy If I say it's up boy We can throw it out no choppers We just swing it out boy Smackosaurus, we gon light it off on 'em (yea) Start the fire, spark the flame and make it hot for 'em (hot for 'em) They was doubting I could do it, but I did it yea (did it) Sparked the match that lit the gas, I let it hit it yea Pockets on swole You niggas shoppin' at Kohls I hop in the foreign I'm racing I'm thinking that we bout to whack us a mole (skrrt) I chop off the top of the roof, the coupe I chop off the top of your soul Thirty round drown in it, makin' no sound And it come with the drum now look at that boy Hopping out the whip with the windows all tinted Now I just get to enjoy If you're broke nigga, we can employ (what?) Cause money just work for the boy You a fishy lil nigga like Coi Had to hustle like Jay-Z before the dreads Like my uncle before the feds It's like D'Rose after the leg (Whoo) How can I be sure you'll really blast for me You be on your ass eating Applebee's (what?) Talking all that shit online I'm like "Nigga please" (who?) Tekashi Murakami like the outfit Japanese Talking all that shit You don't do gymnastics yet ten k'll get you flipped (flip, flip) I put tenk on the whip Sixty carats on the wrist (yeah) Nigga we outside (yeah yeah) We outside (we outside) These Niggas lie (yeah, yeah) Stop switchin' sides I tried to sleep And I fell in and out of half-dreams I remember my father saying that you're about to awaken When you dream, that's your dream