The Outsiders - Top 5 (feat. Simply Shepp & Marcus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I like that)
Uhh
Mic check, one, two (One, two)
You already know who (And if you don’t)
And if you some of you don’t
Look, yo, listen
Metaphoric, pack-imported
Passin' torches back and forth
With higher up and bitches foreign
High importance in your Top 5
It’s me, myself, and I
There’s no others in my ride
Who is I? Who is you?
Allow me to introduce this young and bulletproof
Soulless beholdin' the potion view above the ocean, catch me posted
With like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 A-list bitches
Y’all stay droolin' at the mouth
Blow the candle, make a wish
Had a dream I’d be the greatest, now everyone on my dick
I ain’t even hit 1,000 on like none of my clips, still I'm the shit
Still come equipped, my fingers gripped
Round the trigger, ego bigger
Than the figures that I claim, sustain, like most the same
My energies never changed
Never came just to hang
Only pull up if I’m late
But the focus of attention
Pay my homage, pay my dues
Then get paid as my profession
My perception of perfection
Is my reflection, no second guessin'
Oh lawd, it’s on me?
Fuck it then, it’s the OV
Niggas tryna be the old me, sellin' OZ’s of the OG
I ain’t never worried 'bout a OP
Y’all stay doin' OT
Doin' all that dick suckin'
Damn near 'bout to OD
Y’all talk too much, y’all gots to show me
I’m up at the top and it’s lonely
You can’t touch my trophies
I keep me a redbone with that macaroni
I see right through that phone, you really a phony
I’m only, just warming up, my 24th I went to Florida
Man I been thinkin' 'bout movin' to Georgia
I got connections out in California
I don’t know if I can function without writing music, I’m diagnosed with a disorder
You gon' regret it if you ever counted me out, 'cause it’s only the 2nd quarter
Boy I’m KD with the wrist
Simply gave me this assist
This all swish, he know I don’t miss
Earned my stripes, no K-Swiss
If you still ain’t heard Mood 2, that shit was all hits
If I send shots back, everybody gone scramble like Mike Vick, this shit sick
Same ones you be wit', be the same ones sleepin' on you
Watchin' every move you make, just to go hate, then start speakin' on you
Fall off, then the same bitch you fell fo' start cheatin' on you
Never been into savin' hoes, I’m sorry if the nigga beatin' on you
Yes bitches, I’m back on my shit, na bitches back on my dick
She ain’t make it to the 2nd round 'cause the 1st round I got pics
If you ain’t made a straight girl go both ways, you ain’t got tricks
Black people don’t like hockey, but all of 'em do got sticks
Written by:
Marcus Fleming, Matthew Sheppard
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