Outside
Yeah
Niggas know what it is man
This that Southside shit
Look, this is for the love of loss I never had, which is my dad
So at the strip I kept a stash and potato chip bags
Just to get cash, I played the strip, laid outside
Every day till it turned light gray outside
I stayed outside so long, I became outside
And with the war, most of y'all niggas ain't outside
Brazy, I was made outside
And I never was scared to cock it back and leave you laid outside
My nigga, I stay in some bummy clothes
But as far as money goes, I have his ribs leaking like a runny nose
Plus this kid spectacular, that I'm so dazzling
I became a street legend like a Acura
See, I feel I'm a goner
So I'm outside every day like a prostitute playing the corner
My nigga, if it's drama, get you a gun
Cause I put holes through my beef just to see if it's done
They let me out that jail cell and I ain't look back since
Now it's foreign everything and people with accents
But the fast flips for cash I had was past tense
But I'm back like only for the bag and that's it
Real shit, these niggas so scared, I can hear them shaking
Real shit, six years worth of hits with spirit breaking
But I practiced patience and trusted that I could make it
Now niggas I never fucked with wanting me come and save them
But I can recall when I was sitting in the pen
And I reached out to my dogs and they wouldn't send me shit
All of a sudden they now thinking about the shit they should've did
But it's too late, I'm straight and this here is just revenge
Nigga, ten toes down, lord forgive me for my sins
But how that sound to a nigga that ain't seeking to repent
I know it's foul in a sense, but there's a reason why I'm lit
And with this bougie bad bitch behind that Benz glass tint
They let me out that jail cell and I ain't look back since
Now it's foreign everything and people with accents
But the flash flips for cash I had was past tense
But I'm back like only for the bag and that's it
Real shit
They let me out that jail cell and I ain't look back since
Now it's foreign everything and people with accents
But the fast flips for cash I had was past tense
But I'm back like only for the bag and that's it
Real shit
Niggas know what it is man
This that Southside shit
Look, this is for the love of loss I never had, which is my dad
So at the strip I kept a stash and potato chip bags
Just to get cash, I played the strip, laid outside
Every day till it turned light gray outside
I stayed outside so long, I became outside
And with the war, most of y'all niggas ain't outside
Brazy, I was made outside
And I never was scared to cock it back and leave you laid outside
My nigga, I stay in some bummy clothes
But as far as money goes, I have his ribs leaking like a runny nose
Plus this kid spectacular, that I'm so dazzling
I became a street legend like a Acura
See, I feel I'm a goner
So I'm outside every day like a prostitute playing the corner
My nigga, if it's drama, get you a gun
Cause I put holes through my beef just to see if it's done
They let me out that jail cell and I ain't look back since
Now it's foreign everything and people with accents
But the fast flips for cash I had was past tense
But I'm back like only for the bag and that's it
Real shit, these niggas so scared, I can hear them shaking
Real shit, six years worth of hits with spirit breaking
But I practiced patience and trusted that I could make it
Now niggas I never fucked with wanting me come and save them
But I can recall when I was sitting in the pen
And I reached out to my dogs and they wouldn't send me shit
All of a sudden they now thinking about the shit they should've did
But it's too late, I'm straight and this here is just revenge
Nigga, ten toes down, lord forgive me for my sins
But how that sound to a nigga that ain't seeking to repent
I know it's foul in a sense, but there's a reason why I'm lit
And with this bougie bad bitch behind that Benz glass tint
They let me out that jail cell and I ain't look back since
Now it's foreign everything and people with accents
But the flash flips for cash I had was past tense
But I'm back like only for the bag and that's it
Real shit
They let me out that jail cell and I ain't look back since
Now it's foreign everything and people with accents
But the fast flips for cash I had was past tense
But I'm back like only for the bag and that's it
Real shit
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Alford, Brazy Alfred
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