Outsiders

Feel like God in the booth This nigga standing right behind me Oh, the vibes is real Inshallah Uh-huh (yeah) You gotta roll one to this, baby Where that monogram at? Fuck you niggas, I'm the next greatest Toxic boy, I'm my ex favorite They want static, it can get major (ooh) Never ask for no favors, only did the work You only did the worst, you better off in a hearse, huh Dead on arrival, tactic survival Ask your idol, they fear me I spin on 'em like a ballet recital Two two's, Emmitt Smith, man, my bebop cowboys serving re-rock Me stock going up like Dow Jones, huh Ninth got another threat Guru got another gem Heard them boys want amends Really, I don't fuck with them (uh-huh) Tryna cop an Aston Martin Color of Ashton Kutcher's skin Sharp tongue, razor in my mouth, Pac, above the rim Three little birdies sang to me when I was down and out That if you want to make the wave, I gotta drown 'em out Fuck the number game, you niggas cannot count me out Remember summers when we had a drought Like Wayne, I'm going no ceilings From me, she get no feelings (woo-hoo) I'm no dentist, they show teeth when they know you winning, huh I ain't gon' stop 'til they show forgiveness, for real, for real And I ain't Kalan but know my niggas for real, for real Prophecy said soldier and the protector Code of the jungle is built off respect You niggas aim for the chest Your mate getting checked You know the king came to protect It's Queen city, bitch, we aim at the rest (uh) We sing, "La-da-da-da-da-da" Know my niggas outside Outside, outside Outside, outside La-da-da-da-da-da Know my niggas gon' ride (yeah, oh, yeah) Ride-da, ride-da now (yeah) Outside, outside, now (yeah) I'm outside, looking like a bitch future baby father I get a lot of dollars, Guap getting guala-guala (it's a check) Passionfruit and guava, like mimosas, I'ma swallow (mimosas) Young models and bitches old as Nelly Furtado (huh) South Africa like I do amapiano (huh) Dark skin women got me sending big, I'ma be honest (chocolate) Need 'em in my whip, crib, bed, and lobbies (what?) Twitter, YouTube, TikTok and 'Gram comments (they going in) The world so cold but all my kicks heat Give a bitch the cold shoulder and never the cold feet (it's scary) I'm the locksmith in the Matrix with all the gold keys Even the one can't go through the door without me Keep my business straight like the line from a crease Came out the cave to eat 'cause the lion been asleep Twin Glocks out the box, got a Siamese piece Bitch, I'm O-U-T-S-I-D-E (outside) The P's pop when I talk If we ain't poppin', who poppin'? I know her man follow me, I ain't bother to block him I got an open mind, still make a bitch come and part it Dopest artist, carve it open, Oakland to Charlotte (huh) Used to steal out of Walmart, now I know the target Go to target, fixed in the land of the broken artist (broke) Broke records, broke hearts, and being broken-hearted Outside for my niggas who dead and so departed like La-da-da-da-da-da Know my niggas outside Outside, outside Outside, outside La-da-da-da-da-da Know my niggas gon' ride Ride-da, ride-da now Outside, outside, now