Don Pablito - Outlier

I’m at 1 oak champagne popping with ZBo
Pulling bitches easier than shooting freethrows
On our way to the mansion
Baby we ain’t romancing
Got the grip on me
So it ain’t no dancing
Money bad approach me
And asked me what u do
Bruh u ook familiar
Like somebody that he might’ve new
Man I’m just stepping making sure
That everybody cool
But i regret it i ain’t have music for him to listen to.
Then. ZBo told me you gotta gift
I told him this is true
It just a matter of time
Before the world Feel ya vibe
I gave the nigga a dap
He told me nigga grind
I pay attention It get different when you leave the streets behind

You gotta read the signs
You gotta give it all that you got
To be defined
And what it takes to be at the top
Will be aligned well it’s the time
21 these streets is mine



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I could’ve neva see
The path develop me
The way that it played out
Nigga i made out
Whipping that black thing
They say I’m the last king
I’m from the south side
I’m just a outlier

It ain’t gon ever go
The way you say so
Just gotta keep firing
Remember to stay low
Whipping that black thing
The say I’m the last King
I’m from the south side



Out in Vegas gotta call from uncle L
That’s ll cool j
Can’t explain how that felt
Coming up in queens he was god too us
Gold Rope leather bucket ladies man
And his bars stupid
He like quarter brick
He like sereneityyyyy
The joint on the ghost face beat
You saying shit that you really mean
Damn he took the time to really see
We talked on the phone for 30 minutes
I’m just grinning in disbelief
Who better than the Goat to deliver me
Black Mrkt /cool J slash defjam
We agreed
Said I’m just the hope that the city need
I told him i just need one shot
He said indeed
On the way back to La
Was on the road damn near halfway
Then realize i left my bags at valet
So excited by the conversation
My whole life this moment i been waiting
You never know when it’s ya time to make it

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