Outside

I've been in my zone, I've been on the road

I finally understand I'm the one that God chose

I got a smile on my face for all them days I was low

I went up, they ain't wanna see me grow

Sister, why you crying and we so damn close?

It was me, lil' Spade, growin' up, sharin' clothes

I wanna win this case, but it's lookin' like a no

So if they lock me up, please put money on the phone

I've been on the road, so my whip a lil' dirty

I'm out on bail, so I'm wakin' up early

I'm lurkin' in these streets, he a demon, it's concerning

But instead of hatin', all you **** should be learning

I try to act cool, but I got shit that really hurts me

A couple **** switched, but my plan still workin'

My lil' homie thirteen and he already servin'

I'm tryna stay focused, but my vision be gettin' blurry

Told the opps, "We outside"

All my **** gon' step when it's time

Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a nine

He got got, he the talk of the night

Told the opps, "We outside"

All my **** gon' step when it's time

Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a nine

He got got, he the talk of the night

Fresh out of jail and I'm slidin' with a strap again

Shit is bad, then it's good, then it's bad again

I can't change, I'm just a product of my environment

You gon' die 'round here with that designer fit

I couldn't wait to get a foreign and just hit the block

I stayed down for a minute just to hit the top

I open doors for my people, yeah, I'll break the lock

Still to be livin' everyday like, "Fuck a knot"

Told the opps, "We outside"

All my **** gon' step when it's time

Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a nine

He got got, he the talk of the night

Told the opps, "We outside"

All my **** gon' step when it's time

Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a nine

He got got, he the talk of the night

Fresh out, tell the opps we outside

My lil' drummer got a chop, now it's slide

No nine-to-five, but I got some 9-5s

We stand on business, put in work, we all die

Which one you from? Is it the projects or the block?

Get easy money, it ain't hard to get you shot

This for my **** that was standin' in the lot

Let Fucca out, they need to free my lil' La

This one for my **** writin' kites, snortin' lines, doing sentences

And the ones that don't get high who got a knife on the premises

Who tried relyin' on the word and never made it past genesis

Start relyin' on the turf and squabble up with they nemesis

All my **** makin' wine and they think that they chemists-es

All them pussy **** lyin', actin' like they got businesses

Your bitch wanna suck me down, now they feel in their feelings-es

This for my dogs who sit it out, but they ain't never been witnesses, ayy (Ayy)

Mr. In and Out, still finna bust, I'm screamin', "Fuck the world"

Prison, plenty bitches gave it up, so I can't trust a girl

Bendin' over bowls just like a spoon inside of Malt-O-Meal

I been up the road so fuckin' much, feel like a trucker feel

Told the opps, "We outside"

All my **** gon' step when it's time

Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a nine

He got got, he the talk of the night

Told the opps, "We outside"

All my **** gon' step when it's time

Stuck in the trenches, still ridin' with a nine

He got got, he the talk of the night