Come Outside

They sleeping on the boy like Sealy posture poor
Stand straight when you approach the boy
I am not the one
Primo baby better than before
Fuck who you adore
Still a nuisance like Jehovah Witness knocking at your door
Fake niggas call them rap decoys
Think they killing this shit
Guess they mustn't know the niggas that be running with me
We back with some more like we just had a second helping
Now we gon keep it on till it becomes a pandemic
The rapper the don, straight taking hits tsa zol
And when I'm spitting these bars, it's undeniable dawg
That I'm really the one you should be fucking with
But most of y'all really be on some celibate shit
Heavy hitter in this, never need Jenny Craig
I'm just trying to get bigger by multiplying my bread
Young Nino ya dig?
Might cancel a bitch
So what you gonna do now but duck, duck when I spit

Hope Allah see my struggles with a plan for me
Hope God got blessings for my family
And when I die
Bury me in a Rolls Royce Phantom
Cremate me, last wishes niggas smoke my ashes
Well wishes for my niggas when we toke that magic
Green god while we toast, scoping all the baddies
Money talks while we hope that we all live lavish
Niggas talk, but the fold cause they all is average
Many moons spitting bars trying to get out the ghetto
Black nigga swear I was the pot calling the kettle
And I'm one with the best so the boy never settle
Need a bad bitch, big crib and my foot on the pedal
Need a few whips, 6 figures and got scores to settle
And I do it one man, never needing no metal
So you you should hurry up quick
Give me all my medals
Cause I swear, none of y'all niggas reaching my level bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Kabelo Kwakwa
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