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