[Intro: Albee Al]
Second time around, nigga
Brought some steppers with me (What up?)
Huh, back outside, we ain't never go in (I don't make mistakes, I'm not just like the rest of you)
Ha, told y'all this shit loaded up (Ayy)
It's the remix (Huh), it's the G-Mix (Grrt, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Albee Al]
Man, I'm back outside (Huh)
Man, you gotta keep your strap outside
Bring the MAC outside
You'll turn into a pack outside
Why the opps keep hidin'? And come back outside (Stop lyin')
[Verse 2: Mozzy & Albee Al]
It's a difference from outside and outdoors (It is)
Leading scorer, if I brick, lil' bruh gon' grab the board, that's for sure (Yeah)
Button up galore when it be war (Grrt), it's two sides to еvery coin (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Rose petals comе with thorns, you ain't know?
God take a soul to bend and fold it (Dose)
They told me that in '02 before they gave us all them poles (Like, yeah, nigga)
Yeah, nigga, jump inside this low (Ha, ah)
Make sure it's one inside the throat, safety opposite of home (Grrt, baow, baow)
We set the tone, brack it off, for you do not belong (Yeah)
Drop this flag, it's y'all life, try and right all his wrongs and I ain't mad (Nah)
'Cause what we stood for ain't where it's at (I know)
Crack the back and left it open, try and see if we gon' lack (Boom, where I'm from, Capo)
[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Albee Al]
You asked me where I been, I said, "I never left"
Spent half of that 'yay money, but, I still got some cheddar left (Silly)
I would let a fiend whip it, I kept front, he was a better chef (Mm)
And after he cook it, I let him scrape up whatever's left (Keep that)
From the concrete jungle, had gorillas on my block
Fuck a short dope popo, they come and kill you on the spot (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Might catch me in the club, bunch of billies in the spot (Sou)
I got time today, homie, that's a quarter-million for the watch (Nasty)
BET carpet, fly as hell in my YSL (You see me)
I do this for my homies that doin' life and they goin' die in jail (Really, though)
In hindsight, I was a lil' nigga tryna catch a stain (Just a badass)
Leave a nigga's shirt all red just like a ketchup stain (Who is next?, grrah)
[Verse 4: Millyz & Albee Al]
It's Blanco, bitch, I been outside (Been outside)
This ain't moissanite, I brought a quarter M outside (Yeah, woo)
Hit a rap with this, now I got his BM outside (Yeah)
A friend outside, hit 'em both in the penthouse vibes (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Plain Jane to the bussy, bitch, I'm trim outside (Trim outside)
Lamb' chop, Rose Culley, double M outside (Double M outside)
Fuck the laws, we in New York with the fans outside (With the fans outside, ah)
True believers, body cold, raise the temp' outside (Rise the temp' outside, baow, baow)
Marshall Mathers with a ladder and a squad full of robbers (With the robbers)
Youngin' strikes, she like ISIS with the heart of a mortar (Bitch)
In real life, them people on us, I don't argue with bloggers (Huh?)
Catch his bitch early mornin' while she walkin' to Starbucks (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5: Albee Al]
Loadin' up this dirty with my tank top (You know I'm loaded up)
When I shoot, it's all net, I won't bank shop (Boom, I'm loaded up)
When I shoot, it's like Jordan when he fade away (Ain't no reason why I wouldn't fade away)
Started out head zero, but I made a way (Gladiator)
H-N-I-C-A had to pave the way (Capo)
Come a time when a villain gotta save the day (It come a time)
Come a time when a predator gotta be the prey (What you know about?)
Better keep that shit on you, it could be your day (Ha, grrt)
Nah, I'm still outside (Ah), say, you gotta keep the steal outside
You get killed outside (Yeah), niggas poppin' more than pills outside (Grrt)
You ain't strapped and you lookin' like a mill' outside (Grrt, bah, bah)
Woo side, free zoo time (Free Fetty Wap)
Don't trip school 'cause you be home like in due time (On gang 'nem)
I don't know about them, but l'ma shoot mine (Grrt, baow)
Niggas really savin' hoes like coupons (Man, it's fuck 'em)
No, I can't save a ho, I'm tryna shave blow (Gelleo)
It was July 15th and I made it snow (Gelleo)
You know I got it from the mud like where the Gators go (From the mud)
And every strap got a beam, it's a laser show (Grrt, baow, baow)
Jason Voorhees, how I walk him down (Baow, baow, baow)
Big homie don't play that, I don't talk to clamps (I don't talk to clamps)
Do I look like the type that you gon' boss around with? (What?)
Last nigga ducked that, he in a coffin now (Bah, bah)
[Outro: Albee Al]
Grrt, grrt, grrt
Bah, bah, bah
I'm him, I'm him
I'm in the trenches, I'm finna blow niggas
Like that
