Outsiders

Yeah, yeah

Uh

Alright, alright

Told me shit forever, I went against the crowd

Told me shit forever, I let you skip the line

Kill you for my brother, Lynch you for my nieces

Streets fallin’ back together, pickin’ up the pieces

Take it back to the baseline

Suicidal thoughts, you wishin’ you escaped time

I been losin’ kills, I been losin’ sleep

I been losin’ sex appeal, the shit you do to me

Gettin’ cold outside again, we pickin’ up full metal jackets

Love on my sleeve again about some shit I know just couldn’t happen

Dinner ready, I’m pickin’ up my plate

Poppin’ out a few occasions just to show my face

They like “this nigga turned so Hollywood”

Invested blicks in my steppers, make sure the block is good

This shit be my members only, we ain’t worried ‘bout the outsiders

This shit be my members only, we ain’t worried ‘bout the outsiders, ‘bout the outsiders

Fall out with my bitch, she think I’m cheatin’, I’m money chasin’ it

Bro tweakin’, he done smoked some shit, they said they lacin’ it

They know I stand on ten, go ask around, can’t even fake this shit

Pussy good, she want me to stick around but I got pape’ to get

Like this shit ain’t a cash race

Third summer, gettin’ back out, was in last place

Touch every corner in my city, let the dash race

You talk ‘bout backdooring my brother, that’s a bad play

And I got pain that was built up

Kept my head down, kept workin’, I ain’t even look up

Make it look easy at times, knowing it took much

Know it get greezy at times, but we got tough love

Told me shit forever, I went against the crowd

Told me shit forever, I let you skip the line

Kill you for my brother, lynch you for my nieces

Streets fallin’ back together, pickin’ up the pieces

Take it back to the baseline

Suicidal thoughts, you wishin’ you escaped time

I been losin’ kills, I been losin’ sleep

I been losin’ sex appeal, the shit you do to me

Gettin’ cold outside again, we pickin’ up full metal jackets

Love on my sleeve again about some shit I know just can’t happen

Dinner ready, I’m pickin’ up my plate

Poppin’ out a few occasions just to show my face

They like “this nigga turned so Hollywood”

Invested blicks in my steppers, make sure the block is good

This shit be my members only, we ain’t worried ‘bout the outsiders

This shit be my members only, we ain’t worried ‘bout the outsiders, ‘bout the outsiders