Outside

I've been in my zone, I've been on the road I finally understand I'm the one that God chose I got a smile on my face for all them days I was low I went up, they ain't wanna see me grow Sister, why you crying, and we so damn close? It was me, lil' Spade, growin' up, sharin' clothes I wanna win this case, but it's lookin' like a no So if they lock me up, please, put money on the phone I've been on the road, so my whip a lil' dirty I'm out on bail, so I'm wakin' up early I'm lurkin' in these streets, he a demon, it's concerning But instead of hatin', all you niggas should be learning I try to act cool, but I got shit that really hurts me A couple niggas switched, but my plan still workin' My lil' homie 13 and he already servin' I'm tryna stay focused, but my vision be gettin' blurry Told the opps, "We outside" All my niggas gon' step when it's time Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a .9 He got got, he the talk of the night Told the opps, "We outside" All my niggas gon' step when it's time Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a .9 He got-got, he the talk of the night Fresh out of jail and I'm slidin' with a strap again Shit is bad, then it's good, then it's bad again I can't change, I'm just a product of my environment You gon' die 'round here with that designer fit I couldn't wait to get a foreign and just hit the block I stayed down for a minute just to hit the top I open doors for my people, yeah, I'll break the lock Still to be livin' every day like, "Fuck a knot" Told the opps, "We outside" All my niggas gon' step when it's time Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a .9 He got-got, he the talk of the night Told the opps, "We outside" All my niggas gon' step when it's time Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a .9 He got-got, he the talk of the night Fresh out, tell the opps we outside My lil' drummer got a chop, now it's slide No nine-to-five, but I got some .9-5s We stand on business, put in work, we all die Which one you from? Is it the projects or the block? Get easy money, it ain't hard to get you shot This for my nigga that was standin' in the lot Let Fucca out, they need to free my lil' La This one for my niggas writin' kites, snortin' lines, doing sentences And the ones that don't get high who got a knife on the premises Who tried relyin' on the word and never made it past genesis Start relyin' on the turf and squabble up with they nemesis All my niggas makin' wine, and they think that they chemists-es All them pussy niggas lyin', actin' like they got businesses Your bitch wanna suck me down, now they feel in their feelings-es This for my dawgs who sit it out, but they ain't never been witnesses, ayy (ayy) Mr. In and Out, still finna bust, I'm screamin', "Fuck the world" Prison, plenty bitches gave it up, so I can't trust a girl Bendin' over bowls just like a spoon inside of Malt-O-Meal I been up the road so fuckin' much, feel like a trucker feel Told the opps, "We outside" All my niggas gon' step when it's time Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a .9 He got-got, he the talk of the night Told the opps, "We outside" All my niggas gon' step when it's time Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a .9 He got-got, he the talk of the night