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Outside
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Outside został wydany 25 kwietnia 2026 przez U2L jako część albumu These Gardens Ain't Safe
album cover
Data wydania25 kwietnia 2026
WytwórniaU2L
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM94

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keire Stone
Keire Stone
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keire Stone
Keire Stone
Songwriter
Darius Titus
Darius Titus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Ace
Jon Ace
Engineer
Darius Titus
Darius Titus
Producer

Tekst Utworu

It was 1 2 **** with a plot
To make 3 4 million out the spot
Off of these songs before the summer die
Know your music ain't shit causemy **** outside
I could tell you every single one of my afflictions
Power pussy dollars my religion true addiction
Pulp fiction
The type to make your soul so wicked
I should've went to college but I had more vision
Now we rolling up the finest of the dope and that's for show
My **** turn a p into a o and that's for sure
I sold a lil work so I could keep myself afloat
The hunger for survival always kept me on my toes
Its sketchy **** round you know you gotta play it close
The pressures of the mind mixed with trappings of the soul
The truth is looking clearer than before
When smoke is in the air true intentions gets exposed
Came from the dirt we do whatever for the glimpse of blue faces
The only big break is when you take it
My **** move weight while I'm dealing with the weight of expectations
The smell of broken dreams and desperation
I was plotting on better money stink of bad intentions
With the thought of like fuck it I'm taking my reparations
If i gotta pick a lock and set the table wit loaves of your bread
Then fuck it I'll be Detroit redd ****
It was 1 2 **** with a plot
To make 3 4 million out the spot
Off of these songs before the summer die
Know your music ain't shit if my **** outside
I done see it rain plagues falling from the sky
Reflections of my pain play shotgun for the ride
Seen the hardest turn to prey change make em turn to God
Make these rappers do the same pussy **** pay your tithes
4th quarter grind plus a hustlers ambition
The shot clock pop im 24 with pure precision
The type to touch a room and turn a few into submission
Then your stock going up cause my **** in the building
And if you don't respect it ain't no sweat to play the villain
Walk in labels smack execs and all the press then cave the ceiling
They saying hip hop ain't number #1 man what a feeling.
But my truth is much more than the numbers yall revealing punk ****
I spit in your faces fuck ****
How many ways to say that I ain't ever trust ****
I don't fuck wit ya
I'd rather paint a vivid picture
How we gabby flipped a pack into greatness what an enigma
Mix a **** with the grabba he think he taking where mine at
Send em high off of contact
Pushing daisies and lilac
Break homie homeostasis he cold as glaciers and ice caps
These gardens ain't safe I told you **** where I'm at
Rolling up the finest of the do and that's for sure
My **** cut a p into a o and that's for sure
I planted all them seeds that'll grow and that's for sure
Jacore be the greatest out the
Man you know
Written by: Darius Titus, Keire Stone
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