Je´ Holston - Outside (feat. M. Whise)

Watch me as I pull up like I'm Rambo
I'm too hot to handle
Dressed in camo
I be dripping wax oooo please excuse my candles
I've been burning bright all the through city
Been more t'd then titty
I lock these tracks deep inside the vault until the time litty
When the last time that y'all really had a Sanger
That could bring the bangers
And who will not leave y'all out to dry but they forgot the hangers
If you're really gonna copy you should stay inside the lines
And what's up with these rappers dancing now I guess it's hammer time
I swear y'all niggas out here looking stupid
Know your scared of losing
And if this the fruits of all your labors watch me drop and bruise it
Ain't got time for entertaining artist
Who think that they got it
Y'all walked out and left behind your standards I see you forgot em

I aint never scared of the pull up
Imma raise my hood up
Ain't got time for no excuses put you shoulda, coulda, would up
I just took all that I had and I turned nothing into something and
If these niggas got a problem any moment we can take this function

Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
I can handle this I'm from the south side
South side
South side
South side
South side
South side
South side
Oooo oooooo

Whise, Aye
You know what it is
Me and my gang we outside of your crib
We ain't got no recording as live as is gets
Chicago out south you know as violent as gets
Ready for war but you hiding and shit
Said he bout action he lying and shit
We had to learn to survive to exist
Then promised the block we ain't dying for this
You can't get nowhere with that crying and shit
I'm with the gang now
Talk about us you get laid down
Starting my woes from the way down
So it's no reason to change now
You gotta show me you bout it
Cause shortie keep killers around him
50's thrown right on your porch
He shine like it's diamonds around him
You want that smoke and you got it
Then it's back to that money deposits
It's capital one I'm like what's in his wallet
Yeah a funeral get him a coffin
You said that you bout it been speaking too often
Said you out here don't see you too often
And now we ain't speaking
Never been talking
Foot on his neck til he wheezing and coughing
Go and get some money or some business why you count mine
Tough talking never phased the warrior cause I'm bout mine
Your time running out now
Power yeah I found mine
We can set it up inside the crib
Well tell the ops I'm standing

Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
I can handle this I'm from the south side
South side
South side
South side
South side
South side
Don't make me take this
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
I can handle this I'm from the south side
South side
South side
South side
South side
South side
Ooooo ooooooo

Written by:
Jerad Holston, Matthew Whisenton

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