Outside

(Defy the odds)
(That humble arrogant shit) Cannon, nigga
(That humble) Big DTO shit for real
Y'all niggas know the vibes (that humble arrogant shit)

Look, I'm a different kind of shit talker (let's get it)
Accustomed to fifth sparkers (what's good?)
Where shit get darker and thicker than Miss Parker (damn!)
What a wonderful kind of day with this author (you get it?)
Still spittin' shit to potentially get martyred
Ask a nigga if I give a fuck (do you?), Nah, not hardly (alright)
I'm at the block party, givin' vibes of Bob Marley
I'm feelin' a little offset, but I don't got Cardi (I'm good)

They say that I'm the answer, these niggas cannot guard me (never)
I'm a ten out of ten, niggas want me on 11 (11)
I'm good on any block, but most comfy on the seven (Westside)
Holla at lil' bro, yeah, he comin' from the nine
Work harder, but play harder, mix the butter with the grind
Fuck the rules, we don't play by those, we make our own (uh-huh)
Natural-born kings on our way to take the throne
Make it known (what's good?), yeah, we come from them corners, we play them zones (wad up?)
We the OGs, them niggas, yeah, they the clone, nigga

I'm outside like the weather nice, and niggas gotta set a dice
Hunchin' in a circle, money down (uh-huh), set the price (wad up?)
I'm outside like I'm fresh off the box (fresh off the box)
Tryna better my position when I step off the block
I'm outside like the weather nice, and niggas gotta set a dice
Hunchin' in a circle, money down (uh-huh), set the price (wad up?)
I'm outside like I'm fresh off the box (fresh off the box)
Tryna better my position when I step off the block
(Where you at?) I'm outside

Yo, stay in the crib, you ain't ready for the concrete jungle (for real)
They say my energy is arrogant, my mind be humble (what about it?)
I've been steady, niggas like, ain't it time he stumble (nah)
The difference is, all my shit stay in line, he fumble (bitch)
That's the pack (wad up?), That's the play (wad up?), That's the money and win (uh-huh)
One shot to get it done, ain't no comin' again (nah)
Treat a block like a fidget toy, somethin' to spin (you got that?)
And your body like a waste field, dumpin' em in (brrrrrr)

Not listenin' to Moms was my biggest regret (uh-huh)
It's like somehow, baby knew her only kid is a threat (what's good, baby?)
But couldn't help me realize it or get it in check (my bad)
'Cause I was hard-headed, too anxious to get from the step (you know, tho')
So I was off the porch (porch), bars fire like they off the torch (flame somethin')
A nigga try me, that's the nigga that we call a corpse
Weather trapping or rapping this shit is all a sport ('cause what?)
'Cause everybody trying win and then ball for sure

I'm outside like the weather nice, and niggas gotta set a dice
Hunchin' in a circle, money down (uh-huh), set the price (wad up?)
I'm outside like I'm fresh off the box (fresh off the box)
Tryna better my position when I step off the block
I'm outside like the weather nice, and niggas gotta set a dice
Hunchin' in a circle, money down (uh-huh), set the price (wad up?)
I'm outside like I'm fresh off the box (fresh off the box)
Tryna better my position when I step off the block
(Where you at?) I'm outside, nigga

That humble arrogance, that humble arrogance
Give him that humble arrogance, shit (defy the odds, motherfucker), like
That humble arrogance, shit, like
That humble arrogance, give him that humble arrogance



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Writer(s): Terrance Keene, Jr.
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