Outside

Yeah, yeah
 Jet Life, nigga
 Yeah, Jet Life
 Scribble Scratch Records
 Statik Selektah
 Andretti, Statik Selektah, uh
 Bracelet in the freezer, you ain't cold as these
 A bitch need a limited time after I squeeze, gotta leave her
 Reefer and a speedster, never leased one
 That motherfucker mine, you see me in that driver seat
 Huh? You lost your fuckin' mind?
 Bitch, you fuckin' blind?
 This is real rap, this not no rap lies, I'm on my grind
 You just online watching other rappers die
 You just online watching twerk queens exercise
 While I'm outside pushing mine
 This Scribble Scratch BMW hatchbacks
 With luggage racks, passports
 Tennis courts at the Waldorf
 Kentucky bluegrass with a canary yellow Porsche
 How do you define a boss?
 I took a loss and caught it off the backboard like an Atlanta Hawk
 Hit 'em with the Dominique Wilkins tomahawk jam
 Looking at the man right where I fucking stand
 Lamborghinis when I land, take me to my dinner plans
 Rolex on my staring hand, sick of hearing about how ill I am
 Bitches in my ear again, talking about I'm realer than her man
 Why you dissing him?
 I'm just chilling man
 Rollin' sticks and dipping them in jam
 Paddle shift the F1, I am the best one
 They thought the rest was on my level but I fuckin' left 'em
 Without a question
 Rollin' up the next one, I'm 'bout to bless one
 Once Statik make a selection, I gotta wreck one
 Yeah, yeah, while I'm outside
 Yeah, yeah, while I'm outside
 Yeah, yeah, while I'm outside
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, while I'm outside
 Yeah, yeah