Testo Outside - Thiswae feat. Mozzy
Testo della canzone Outside (Thiswae feat. Mozzy), tratta dall'album Ina Major Wae
If Double A made it it's a slap
Yeah, uh huh
This ain't nothin' but some ghost life shit
Ayy
Money motivated, get it 'cause I know they hatin' (I know)
Put that on my kids, nigga never wrote a statement
Never back down from no war, I'm a soldier baby
With my team, no keepin' score, we circulate the paper (Ayy, ayy)
UGR, Ghost Life, no room for you haters
Spent your dollars on barber college, you still can't fade us (No)
Fuck any nigga out here who feel like he made us
Played the game like a pro, now I'm up in the majors (Woo)
Rest in peace to all my niggas who can't see this (R.I.P.)
And free my niggas fighting cases, hope they beat 'em (Yeah)
My young heathens itchin', lookin' for a reason
Look around you, it's that season
Niggas watchin' while you eatin', uh
Remain solid, stack your bread and invest it wisely
Keep it player, don't be out here with that Bill Cosby
Mandatory check a ticket like my nigga Mozzy
Stop that and I might catch a body, for real
I'ma keep this shit one hundred 'til I'm six feet ('Til one hundred)
If we ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar you can miss me (Ayy)
Keep your mouth closed 'cause this shit deep (Shit deep)
Stick to the code, never switch scenes
It's all about the hustle, all about the grind
It's all about that body when it come that time (Uh)
Is you gon' get your burner or gon' run and hide? (Hide)
Know what you signed for when you come outside (Outside)
Poppin' on the side of the field
You ain't related to a gangster, shit, you'll probably get killed
'Fore I graduated junior high my partner got killed
Went to his wake and seen his face
I called my mama, it's real, yeah (Word)
It's drillers in the field that let it blap often
The team'll pluck you for mean muggin' and mad doggin'
I rode the bench for a season but shit I'm back ballin'
And these hookers keep callin' like I owe 'em somethin' (Hello?)
My cougar bitch is thirty somethin' on her way to fifty
Her Fendi purse is full of plenty 'til I leave it empty
I can't remember when the last time a bitch kissed me
I don't fuck around, I got a Grammy, let her bust it down
I'm comin' down off these uppers, I'm finna pop a downer
These niggas gossip like boppers so I don't talk around 'em
It's a cheap conversation if you ain't talkin' thousands
It's all cheddar though, let's talk about it, shit
I'ma keep this shit one hundred 'til I'm six feet ('Til one hundred)
If we ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar you can miss me (Ayy)
Keep your mouth closed 'cause this shit deep (Shit deep)
Stick to the code, never switch scenes
It's all about the hustle, all about the grind
It's all about that body when it come that time (Uh)
Is you gon' get your burner or gon' run and hide? (Hide)
Know what you signed for when you come outside (Outside)
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Writer(s): David Bowie, Kevin Alexander Armstrong
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