Outside

All yeah, yeah, all yeah we Outside
All day, Yo Dez we lit, you hear me

All day, outside, yeah
You On the way, I'm Outside
No, matter the weather, we Outside
Yeah, me and the Fellas we be outside, Yeah
Late nights early mornings
Ball hard, No Spaulding
Yeah, I'm on the block with the vultures
Why you think I'm still hungry, Yeah

Look, I'm on every block
I'm just hoping that you hear me out
Eighteen I was in jail nigga
And seventeen was a drought
I'm in and out of Momma house now
She said you better cut it out
I said the block back jumping, Yeah Momma
And she know what I'm talking about
I said I do it on my own now
You wasn't with me in the rain
You wasn't out there with the Dogs
You wasn't out there with the Gang
You wasn't with me in the booth nigga
When I spit this fire off the brain
You wasn't with me when I bleed out, No
Now I'm the kid leaving stains
I'm back and forth on 48 blocks when I see the fein I yell straight drop
Don't give me eight, I want straight guap Yeah
Gotta a show to make around Eight O'clock
Phone off I gotta play the block
Yeah, The city lit I gotta pay to park
I'm pulling up, We going spark for spark
5 Niggas in the car yeah I stay with sharks

Them late nights early mornings
Balling hard no Spaulding, Yeah
I'm on the block with the Vultures
Why you think I'm still hungry, Yeah

Used to wear the same sneakers, Woa
I used to only sell refer, Smoke
Phone bill never paid, No
Just come and see me when you need me bro
And everybody know the Chicken Spot
On the block, Walking out of Chelsea Pizza
I'm in a, White T with the creases
Cash app, Can't be swiping a visa
I only get better
This is for the one that I wrote
Uh Ah They ain't open the letter, ain't nothing change but the weather
There will never ever be an error
Give it to me it's whatever, I'm a kill em
Give a slug salt and pepper
Then I go and get some pressure
Call it greater for the lesser
Smoking heavy I ain't stressing
I'm offending, All defenders, I'm a legend, It's Tripp
Lord forgive me, If you don't get Me, The soft will get me
25 Max, Yeah that was the offer written
Designer bags, I leveled up putting garbage in 'em
Not in the car with niggas, If I wasn't starving with 'em
They business isn't my business, So I'm minding mine
Went from Kings, to Popeyes, then Econolodge
No commissary for smoke, fuck a Entourage
I'm painting pictures for these niggas, Now I'm out of line
I tell 'em how it was
Tell 'em how it is
No food inside the fridge
No heat that's how we lived
Momma said a grace
Oh Lord it's for my kids
Got on my grind, My Baby Momma got some where to live

Late nights
Man yeah

Balling hard no No
I'm on the block with the Vultures yeah
Why you think I'm still hungry Woa

All day man we Outside
All day yeah
Outside man we Outside
Pulling up and I'll be Outside yeah
Late nights early mornings
Balling hard no spaulding yeah
Let me eat



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Writer(s): Joshua Tripp
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