Outside

作词 : Anthony Dixson/Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott/Tobias Breuer/Dante Perkins/Mikel Lowry

作曲 : Anthony Dixson/Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott/Tobias Breuer/Dante Perkins/Mikel Lowry

Follow me, uh

Bitch, I ain't early, I say, 'Bout time,' uh

Shit, I ran up hills in my downtime, uh

Y'all spendin' all day swattin' house flies, uh

That let me know that y'all not outside, oh

Who really outside? It's all about the approach

I been wantin' the smoke when my auntie was on shit

Got a bed that's full of bodies, got a closet full of ghosts, mm

Yeah, I'm cool with rappers, niggas actin' like we close

Shit, I'm the greatest on the coast

And niggas thought I knew the Pope, mm

Blessed me with the hands that's catchin' all these niggas' fans, uh

'Posed to be your mans, damn, my nigga, you got scammed, uh

Funny that I'm standin' with the dude who made stand

But never treat me like the fan, 'cause what I am, what I am

Whatever you say I am, shit, if I was interested

Why would I say I am shit?

And the, the radio don't even play my jam

I give no damn, I'm in Bompton with the fam'

You say, "It's early," I say 'bout time, uh

I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh (Right)

They spendin' all day swattin' house flies (Badmon)

With couch time that let me know that they not outside (Yes)

Oh, who really outside? It's all about the approach (Woo)

Make it this far, gotta keep a couple scopes on me (Uh)

Bitch, I'm not a star, I stuff the chopper in my coat, homie (Uh)

They know who we are, they just think that we don't know

Reach your hand up in this fire, see if you don't get roast, homie

Eight years later, nigga, I deserve to boast (Yeah)

Still burnin' bread, nigga, I deserve a toast (Right)

Champagne spillin', big pimpin' off the coast (Right)

With my pocket full of knots, I could show you these loaves, uh

E'erybody smilin' 'round me, I ain't said no jokes, uh

On the block, sporty, Glock .40 in the tote, uh (Yeah)

Said they're best friends, **** it, I'ma need both (Uh)

But she let me paint her face (Right)

I'm like Picasso with the stroke (Uh-huh)

Sleepin' with the king and she gotta stay woke (Woo)

If we ain't in the same boat, then that bitch afloat (Woo)

I'm stylin' in the drop like a nigga slang shit

Eyes wide when I'm outside, ready for the smoke (Uh)

Like I ain't takin' tokes, I could put you on game

I just hope you takin' notes

Bitch, I had the fame way before I learned to cope

Put respect up on my name, I'm surrounded by the G.O.A.T.s

You say, "It's early," I say 'bout time, uh

I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh

They spendin' all day swattin' house flies

With couch time that let me know that they not outside

Oh, who really outside? It's all about the approach

Know it's all 'bout the finish

I think I'm bein' too timid, I think I need to get with it

I think the reason I'm missing' 'cause I been lackin' precision

I think the credit they owe me should never come with a limit

I'm the best rapper that, wait, I'm the best rapper alive

I'm talkin' niggas that's sinnin', I'm talkin' niggas retired

I'm talkin' niggas that's comin', I'm talkin' niggas that's tried

I'm talkin' niggas that died, I'm talkin' all 'em combined

Man, I been fightin' with a lotta shit

Fightin' with myself 'cause I been fightin' my environment

Fightin' with my friends 'cause they been fightin' with entitlement

Tryna get inspired, you niggas ain't been no help

Got me competin' with myself

If I break these mental walls, then I get through to my brain

If I keep smokin' this tree, I find the root of my pain

Shit, if I make it through the flame with no burnt skin, uh

While I'm standin' in the ash, know I earnt this

I learned that y'all niggas ain't really outside