Outside

Yeah, Statik
You know this an honor for me, man
I was just out in Houston too
Slide around Travis
You know?
Stopped at that Trill Burger, it's nothing like it
At all
Say
When I get on the microphone in the room
You already know that I'm 'bout to set the tone in the room
So make sure they got the throne in the room
So as far as all the kings go
They know that I'm all alone in the room
If it's time to set the table, bring the finest of china out
'Cause these the type of nights that we gon' hustle and grind about
It's grown folks' business, so we kickin' the minors out
And it's nothing to be complaining nor whining 'bout
The fellas are G'd up from the feet up with the diamonds out
And you find the kind of women around at a finest house
So from the Dirty South to the East Coast
We the type of dudes that you keep close
That make the coffee deep roast
Keep the heat close
So when we heat toast, it's way past edible
Check my reputation, the threat is credible
Press the pedal to the metal 'til that motherfucker's mashed
Trillstatik 3, no fuckin' cap, it's all fuckin' facts
Yeah, we really outside
Got a neck full of gold and the hoes know we really outside
Got a pocket full of dough, call the bros 'cause we really outside
Diamonds dancin' on my chain
Poppin' bottles of champagne
Everybody knows my name
'Cause we really outside
Look, two hundred thousand on a Maybach, that's a decent price
It's crazy how your dreams'll give you sleepless nights
To be precise, I chopped the fifties off a piece of white
And I got my whole city high before I got to reach these heights
Jesus Christ, when they cross you, it get brutal
Gotta pick a side, they gon' knock you off for bein' neutral
Perc' 10s was in my bloodstream, contractin' my pupils
Now I'm on livestreams and gettin' plaques from YouTube
Holy water 'round my neck, it's time to splash on 'em
My shoulders hold a lot of weight, I just put mass on 'em
Independent hustler, hundred thousand cash on him
Kiss'll bet his last on him
States, hit the gas on 'em (Swerve)
In honor of the Pimp, I pour an eight of juice
I'm hater-proof, my youngins huntin' like the sabertooth
Amazing truth, they tried to stop him, but he made it through
And we ain't tryna make a truce, a headshot'll paint his roofs
Yeah, we really outside
Got a neck full of gold and the hoes know we really outside
Got a pocket full of dough, call the bros 'cause we really outside
Diamonds dancin' on my chain
Poppin' bottles of champagne
Everybody knows my name
'Cause we really outside
Yo, look, just say my name when you say the truth (Man)
That boy Propain a fool, he blackout like a Raider suit (Man)
It was either rap or move chicken like catered food
'Cause where I'm from, we gon' make some bands
Or we gon' make the news (Facts)
Niggas talkin' smoke, well, bitch, I'm Dre and Snoop
A phone call and made the boom
Your pack party lookin' like a vacant room (Ayy)
I hit the road, don't go on stages 'til the pay approved (Nah)
You can't compare me to these niggas, I don't pay for views (Nah)
I'm CEO, every buy and sale, you see me pose
You don't own shit, so we don't care 'bout what that CD sold
And I ain't too impressed with the fake, watchin' all your cheesy gold
Only power niggas ever seen was Tyreek and Ghost
Meanwhile, I'm laid up in Marbeya, you can see the coast
Bitch callin' me horse even though she know that he's a GOAT (Ayy)
You unfamiliar with the real? Well then, let me impose
This is Trillstatik 3, Milly, Bun B, and Pro, bitch
Yeah, we really outside
Got a neck full of gold and the hoes know we really outside
Got a pocket full of dough, call the bros 'cause we really outside
Diamonds dancin' on my chain
Poppin' bottles of champagne
Everybody knows my name
'Cause we really outside