[Intro: TLB]
Outside, outside, outside
Outside, outside, out
[Hook: TLB]
Outside, outside
Know we going outside, outside
My guys, might guys
Now we looking at the sky
Kill the lies
Rise
[Verse 1: Iced Out]
Nothing in this life is really yours
Not interested in doing shows
Not interested in doing tours
Not remotely interested in a single one of you fucking whores
Moving on from my past, locking up, like I’m closing doors
And now I’m on my grind, I’m chasing purpose, chasing art
Chasing the feeling of something more
Ahead of the curve
I’m ahead of the rest
All these ideas that are in my head
I gotta execute to prove that I’m the best
Never lacking, you know what I’m saying?
I never wanna be like the goddamn rest
That’s why God made my life a test
This same old shit, day in and out
Making my way in this world
Full of greed, materialism and useless shit
I’m feeling like the odd one out
Don’t even know what my life’s about
22 years and all I gotta show is a broken heart
And fractured mind and splintered soul
And still I keep on walking with my head down low
Coming to a fork in the road, never could decide on the right way I should go
So I take it back
Back to the feelings that I know (bow, bow, ha)
Goodbye for now until the next time I decide to say hello
[Verse 2: Chapo Blood]
Hello (hello?)
I got a call (call)
Bitch I heard you a hoe (brrt)
And my brother tell me
I can’t cuff you, I let you go (go, go, no, go)
So I gotta let her go (go)
And I be tryna go stack it up
Nigga you wouldn’t even know (you don’t)
Like damn, we were sitting in the struggle (struggle)
Damn (struggle)
And mama she was tryna go hustle (what?)
Tryna fix my muscle (what)
Nigga’s be saying they understand, nah (stand)
Nigga you wouldn’t know my plan
I be going so hard on my music
Me and brodie tryna make it out for the fam (for the fam)
You wouldn’t understand (stand)
The other day they were saying that I’m a 501 on gang (on gang)
Tryna go send me down to Sudan (Sudan)
And I beat the case
Now I be tryna put the rap game in the chokehold (what?)
Do it like, WWE (E)
And I ain’t talking about Rey Mysterio
But you gon’ feel this knee (ahh)
And bad bitch come back to the crib
Now she gon’ taste this ha (ah)
And she gon’ taste that ha (outside)
She gon’ taste that, she gon’ taste that
[Hook: TLB]
Outside, outside
Know we going outside, outside
My guys, might guys
Now we looking at the sky
Kill the lies
Rise
[Verse 3: TLB]
M.E.L
Tryna get this money up
And now I got to see the lies
Now I gotta use my eyes
Birds are flying high
Favorite sights, lookout highs
Now we in the trap
So you know we gon’ get this money up
Let’s go get it baby
(What the fuck?) Hol’ up
And I lied, and I lied
That’s alright
Cause I’m up
I’m on highs, I’m on highs
Different lies, different tries
Different oh
Run it up, run it up
Yeah
Run it up
Challenge mode, challenge mode, challenge mode
This shit ain’t a
Challenge mode, challenge mode, challenge mode
This shit ain’t a
Challenge mode, challenge mode, challenge mode
Challenge mode
[Verse 4: Gucci H]
Never ever trust another motherfucking bitch (bitch)
Thinking you the shit, you ain’t nothing but shit (shit)
Pull up and I show you how to whip my clip uh (aye)
Calling all the homies from the motherfucking clique (clique)
Stepping in the coupe and I’m getting fucking rich (rich)
Take another motherfucking sip
Rap another verse
Make it flip, doing all the work
Gotta make it stitch now I’m getting rich
Open up the bank account like I'm Richie Rich (cha-ching)
Open up the throttle like now she on this shit (shit)
Take another drag now she be getting lit (lit)
And she saying baby, I need to go
Need to go
[Hook: TLB & Gucci H]
Outside, outside
Know we going outside, outside
My guys, might guys
Now we looking at the sky
Kill the lies
Rise
