Outside Wit Psychoz
(Statik Selektah)
Outside with psychos killers
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with psychos killers
Yeah, look
This the album I wanted to cut in 13
When I would skate through the worst streets recordin' dirt cheap
Way before I ever charged a verse fee
On the bus the car was stuck my mom would pick the worst V's, yeah
My dawg's was into hurtin' things, I was the good kid
Gettin' on rap blogs was shooting for the stars
We just wanted to be hood rich, yeah
Never thought that shit could flip
Never thought I'd go from rowdy hoods to Hollywood shit
Never thought I'd see the day we wasn't good shit
But the more I rise, motherfuckers seem to forget
When we would all out ride, and we was all outside
Deaded friendships and it's all 'bout pride
Now every time they call my phone, I just call out lies but yo
Look, ain't shit changed but the zip code
And motherfuckers thinkin' that I ain't with the shits though
Flame like a BIC though, come hang with a sicko
Was owing plugs now I'm laid up in Rick ho
To be this way, you gotta pay a couple grips though
Zoink gang, shout to J.I.D though
I was dreamin' where it was vile out
Where I thought I'd never find a route
Where they pop they own sons if they see 'em shine without 'em
Said I would die without 'em but I'm fine without 'em
If old friends told you somethin' then they lied about 'em, yeah
Look, get lined up like barbers if motherfuckers try to try my squadron
I just curved a famous bitch and it felt down right awesome
I'll leave 'em creek and let 'em drown like Dawson
I don't wanna wait, I need a couple K's, like to fuckin' day
Just fucked your baes, me my cousin Nay, we some fuckin' strays
This feel like back when I was on the block, tuckin' haze
When the boys came, we poured rain to ignore pain, yeah
I'ma force but I could never force things
From where they cock the four fifth
How could I ever forfeit? Yeah
I see the comments, I ignore shit
Wish they stood down, they plottin' on my down fall shit
Jaded but still up in Miami like Will Smith
Give a fuck if you feel this, I don't feel shit, yeah ay
Give a fuck if you feel this, I don't feel shit
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with psychos killers
Outside with psychos killers
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with psychos killers
Yeah, look
This the album I wanted to cut in 13
When I would skate through the worst streets recordin' dirt cheap
Way before I ever charged a verse fee
On the bus the car was stuck my mom would pick the worst V's, yeah
My dawg's was into hurtin' things, I was the good kid
Gettin' on rap blogs was shooting for the stars
We just wanted to be hood rich, yeah
Never thought that shit could flip
Never thought I'd go from rowdy hoods to Hollywood shit
Never thought I'd see the day we wasn't good shit
But the more I rise, motherfuckers seem to forget
When we would all out ride, and we was all outside
Deaded friendships and it's all 'bout pride
Now every time they call my phone, I just call out lies but yo
Look, ain't shit changed but the zip code
And motherfuckers thinkin' that I ain't with the shits though
Flame like a BIC though, come hang with a sicko
Was owing plugs now I'm laid up in Rick ho
To be this way, you gotta pay a couple grips though
Zoink gang, shout to J.I.D though
I was dreamin' where it was vile out
Where I thought I'd never find a route
Where they pop they own sons if they see 'em shine without 'em
Said I would die without 'em but I'm fine without 'em
If old friends told you somethin' then they lied about 'em, yeah
Look, get lined up like barbers if motherfuckers try to try my squadron
I just curved a famous bitch and it felt down right awesome
I'll leave 'em creek and let 'em drown like Dawson
I don't wanna wait, I need a couple K's, like to fuckin' day
Just fucked your baes, me my cousin Nay, we some fuckin' strays
This feel like back when I was on the block, tuckin' haze
When the boys came, we poured rain to ignore pain, yeah
I'ma force but I could never force things
From where they cock the four fifth
How could I ever forfeit? Yeah
I see the comments, I ignore shit
Wish they stood down, they plottin' on my down fall shit
Jaded but still up in Miami like Will Smith
Give a fuck if you feel this, I don't feel shit, yeah ay
Give a fuck if you feel this, I don't feel shit
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with
Outside with psychos killers
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Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Louis Diaz
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