OUTLANDER

Same ole minds, different faces
I just wanna know if I'm that far out of place
Or am I bound to go down the same path they chose to take
Guess I'll never know til I take one step out the gate
Fit this hoe up like she's so out of shape
Running tryna chase me, this lifestyle stays changing pace
Was lost and tried to find the sweet sound of amazing grace
Found out they was chicken when I started raising cain

It's been hard living in two different life styles can't pick both
Bro get the car, we gon step up in the spot and take control
Shit gets loco when we both know where this can go
But it's a no go when these hoes don't come in a row
In a row
It's the code
Can't crack the code
Just hit the road
And get on home
If they can't get with us then we hit them with the tidal wave

I been trippin about them but these hoes won't make me dollars
That last lil tune Pop til this day gassed me enough to go light speed
Around the damn globe but damn I'm still not where I'd like to be
But ain't no point in bitching about what we ain't got it takes time
That's all that I know
Through all of my highs and all of my lows
No falling behind I follow my nose
If I call up my guys, they'll all say, "I'll go"
But I can not stay in place no more
And I can not stay and play on the floor
So if I can't fly then I'll just climb and I'll go dive
That's right I'll do it

Same ole minds, different faces
I just wanna know if I'm that far out of place
Or am I bound to go down the same path they chose to take
Guess I'll never know til I take one step out the gate
Fit this hoe up like she's so out of shape
Running tryna chase me, this lifestyle stays changing pace
Was lost and tried to find the sweet sound of amazing grace
Found out they was chicken when I started raising cain

Tired of shitting on these stains bitch its time to roll
I'm in the phantom that's a sign that I'm boutta ghost
I'm on the sidelines every game at the Final Four
I hit all kinds with a fade then it's back to the post
Switch it up like I need to slide today
If you're not in, but good tomorrow you're not in
Man fuck the struggle, I walk the tightrope not falling
I my mind is boggled on how the hell I really got here
But thanking God though cuz he's the only way I could escape
Down the road I see us going up let's go the eight
But first I gotta clean the surface and exfoliate
Boy wanna scrap I got the tools to make him bolt
Knew he was screwed straight from the jolt
Now I got his chick and she goes nuts for me

Same ole minds, different faces
I just wanna know if I'm that far out of place
Or am I bound to go down the same path they chose to take
Guess I'll never know til I take one step out the gate
Fit this hoe up like she's so out of shape
Running tryna chase me, this lifestyle stays changing pace
Was lost and tried to find the sweet sound of amazing grace
Found out they was chicken when I started raising cain