Outside

Drug dealer by choice, I don't need your advice, nah, I need a Rolls Royce (Jaydo, tell them) I got the gang dem outside, heard he wanna smoke, that's why we brang them outside (Yo, Eight8) Uh How much times can I chart? How much man can I help? How much hands can I give till I got none for myself How much flows can I come up with, so polite, but so disgustin' Told him what to do, he made it, I ain't sayin' that I buss him How much spitters I smoke? How much weed can I roll? Like, what's the answers to both? Yeah, infinity, bro How much times can they turn on me? I guess I'll never know But when they turn around and face me, trust, they knowin' how it goes How much sound can change? Relevance be the same All I know is when I go, they gon' remember my name How much times can I do somethin' that hasn't been done to have a pod' Talkin' lies sayin' my name ain't done nothin' How much they provoke? How much times I react? Or how much times do I rap and they can't say nothin' back? Like, how much racks can I make, how much ice can I buy? Eighteen and ten chains, boy, I been fly all my life Drug dealer by choice, I don't need your advice, nah, I need a Rolls Royce The weed stay hittin', it's Joe Joyce Landin' Cali so loud, I had to keep a low voice I got the gang dem outside, heard he wanna smoke, that's why we brang them outside This ain't for the youngens, it's a hand-me-down size Heavy metal make your circle light, Amsterdam light All of these chains, I'm covered in gold All of the pain, I roll in a cone You went and changed up, feel like the fame be killin' me slow All of these chains, I'm covered in gold All of the pain, I roll in a cone You went and changed up, feel like the fame be killin' me slow