Outlaws Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like a outlaw

Running from 12

Running from whoever I don't give a fuck

They lie lie

Running at me is suicide

Do or die

Don't testify

Momma at home can't make cry

They wanna see my body covered in red

Send me to hell for shit I ain't did

Yabba gone rise regardless

My nigga rise regardlessss

Memories holding me

They can't control a G

Won't sell my soul for some bread

Yea

God in my corner

Yea he is father

I put that on kids I ain't had

Yet

Telling my momma I got her regardless

Don't give af what they done said

Yea

Can't hate in my heart

I just love you from far

Southern and Island yea I'm outlaw

Warriors deep in my blood from the start

That kuta, and Marcus, and Malcolm, and Martin

Bitch I'm from the gutta yea filled up my noggin

I'm tired of struggling, I'm tired of poverty

These thoughts just be all in my head

Running and running till I get a pen

Maybe I won't be the best that ever done did

But I'll make sure that we never forget

Yea

They lie lie, coming at me yea it sucide

Shoot or die

Don't testify

Momma at home can't make cry

They wanna see my body coverd in red

Send me to hell for ain't did

Yabba gone rise regardless

My nigga rise regardless

We the real outlaw from the start

You yelling 12

We all run from the opps

Cause they all hating the tan that we got

Yea I'm the outlaw

It's all in my heart

Bitch I'm the original the Don Dadda

Ain't from trap but I got these glatahs

Why you talking all that shit

Bitch I know you ain't no shotta

They lie lie, coming at me yea it sucide

Shoot or die

Don't testify

Momma at home can't make cry

They wanna see my body coverd in red

Send me to hell for ain't did

Bitch imma rise regardless

Yea we gone rise regardlessss

Memories holding me

They can't control a G

Won't sell my soul for some bread

Yea

God in my corner

Yea he is father

I put that on kids I ain't had

Yet

Telling my momma I got her regardless

Don't give af what they done said

Yea

Can't hate in my heart

I just love you from far

Southern and Island yea I'm outlaw

Warriors deep in my blood from the start

That kuta, and Marcus, and Malcolm, and Martin

Bitch I'm from the gutta yea filled up my noggin

I'm tired of struggling, I'm tired of poverty

These thoughts just be all in my head

Running and running till I get a pen

Maybe I won't be the best that ever done did

But I'll make sure that we never forget

Yea

They lie lie

Running at me is suicide

Do or die

Don't testify

Momma at home can't make cry

They wanna see my body covered in red

Send me to hell for shit I ain't did

Yabba gone rise regardless

My nigga rise regardlessss

Yea yea

We gone rise regardless

They just hating us

Cause they wish they was us

Why you acting so Tuff fo I take out my yea

Uh uh