OUTSIDERS Lyrics

Yo, yo

I gotta go

I gotta hop on the road

If you got a problem, I'm saying what's up

I'm keeping it calm and composed

I'm not the type that'll fold

I am not one of your bros

I am not one of your

Nah, nah, nah

Something ain't adding up

If we do the math on the facts

Ain't no way that you catching up

They tried to switch up the story

We pressed them about it

They still couldn't back it up

They say they're this and they're that

They got holes in their stories

And someone should patch them up

They gotta pack it up

They gotta leave

They do not fit the requirements

If they really think that the sky's the limit

I promise they can't get as high as us

Just take a seat on the bench

I notice you can't really sit with the starters

They couldn't stop me when I was my lowest,

So what makes you think that these niggas can start us

I'm asking

What you know about it

I had some trouble

So I had to pick up the pen and the pad, and I wrote about it

I had to cut off a couple of people

The circle I'm keeping is overcrowded

I gotta tell them there's nobody better

There's no other way we can go around it

You gotta stop what you're doing

The music you make is never gonna sell

I don't know if you can tell

I've been a child of the Lord

But I keep giving them hell

Ain't even wishing them well

Niggas hating from the sidelines

They ain't never hit the field

They don't even know how it feels

That shit is a mess to me

Damn

This is as mad as it gets

If I'm shooting my shot

Then Zo might just grab the assist

He tried to speak on my name

But I showed him that I'm not the type that you diss

Please do not tell anybody that I do it all

They know I don't miss

I tell them

I tell them that I gotta leave

We playing chess till we get a check

We doing it piece for piece

A lot on my chest

Now it's getting harder to breathe

Chasing a dream is making it harder to sleep

Jeez

Yo

I gotta go

I gotta hop on the road

If you got a problem, I'm saying what's up

I'm keeping it calm and composed

I'm not the type that'll fold

I am not one of your bros

I am not one of your