Still Outside

(Like real sh*t bro, like bro, real sh*t Bro, I've been there, I've felt like that Not on no suicidal type sh*t, you feel me? But like I didn't wanna be here at certain points, you feel me? Like the only logical way to not feel bad no more Was to not be here, do you get it? But you're gonna get them thoughts bro You just gotta keep going bro. You feel me? Like life, bro life don't get easier, we just get tougher You feel me? Chin up, chest out, keep going God don't give you nuuin you can't handle bro, trust me.) Racks in the middle, codeine fanta and it's fizzin Uh uh uh uh This chain's diamonds' real, put my hand on your fiddle Them racks in the middle Uh uh uh uh Girl if I die I hope you really act like Lauren London Your pretty eyes I'm loving how you're sounding When you're c*ming I follow the rules, I can't perform if I can't get my gun in Ima always pick this p*ssy over clubbing I still remember the first time I saw you out Saw you outside, excuse me can you come here? And I got you in my sheets, I'm like I knew she bad And she a real one, she don't care 'bout Louis bags, no So I buy her Birkin bag I won't do you like your ex, I know he hurt you bad Late night convos, I'm like, I feel you akh He keep telling me to worry 'bout that bag tho Middle of the summer, driving round playing DBE Taking snaps in the Lamb truck, see the sign on the seat Couple thousand to the jail n*ggas, gotta get canteen N*ggas get recalled for nothing, they just tryna leave Purple snaps, when I'm out on the road I reply Lovestruck eyes, 'I'll be back' 3 ounces of lean in my sprite, don't sleep I take naps This life's a gift and a curse And it could be worse so I'll take that Secure the bag, drive back I still remember the first time I saw you out Saw you outside, excuse me can you come here? And I got you in my sheets, I'm like I knew she bad And she a real one, she don't care 'bout Louis bags, no So I buy her Birkin bag I won't do you like your ex, I know he hurt you bad Late night convos, I'm like, I feel you akh He keep telling me to worry 'bout that bag tho Pour a drink, weed sticky The situation I'm in is f*cked, I don't need pity Took the learjet overseas, been in like 3 cities Just bought the bitch double c's but I got g's in me Lean lean lean lean lean Baby did you p*ss or squ*irt? Lean lean lean lean lean Baby I'm ready to learn Keep in the spots where it hit And just show me the spots where it really won't hurt And I'll teach you about the strip where they ain't no love And n*ggas get burnt Held all my tears in when I was broke now I cry in Amiri Step with my black blade and a Black Badge Cullinan Baby girl it's getting scary Half a mil for the shooting star My little girl think they're fairies She going Disney watching Disney in the Cully now I know you've been done, I know you wanna quit But you better thug this out You know the real ones never quit So when are we coming down? Used to share Nando's with the twin, whole chicken Buss it down Now I match Lambo's with the twin, I'm finna blood this out I still remember the first time I saw you out Saw you outside, excuse me can you come here? And I got you in my sheets, I'm like I knew she bad And she a real one, she don't care 'bout Louis bags, no So I buy her Birkin bag I won't do you like your ex, I know he hurt you bad Late night convos, I'm like, I feel you akh He keep telling me to worry 'bout that bag tho