Man Are Outside

Go PayDay, go Big, bad, Hollowman's the boss Yeah, that's the status Yeah, packs of flavours Jeans, hoodies, hats and trainers Life's a gamble Back to Vegas Run them numbers Up, back to pages Yeah, straight Nintendo's Old SNES, back to Sega's Yeah, big Bob Marley spliff, pack That's the Wailers Yeah, Hollow in the whip Yeah, that's the playlist Yeah, coming for that cash Yeah, that's the bailiffs Make 'em jump (Make 'em jump) Baby, that's criss-cross Yeah, bitch on my dick Lick on my dick Baby, that's lip gloss Yeah, getting those chips Cook up those chips Raiding that chip shop Yeah, all of those hits Hollowman geeks Baby, that's hip-hop Step looking tip-top Yeah, back up and keep up Yeah, thinking it's cups of tea Man just smash up a tea-cup Yeah, Mac in the rucksack Rap, rap, rap, rap Slap up your kneecap Got rid of Alisha I'm back with Anika All getting crazier H here with madman Wavy and wavier Yeah, H, I'm a badman Yeah, audio saviour You know when I got that I walk kinda lazier Think you're the craziest Done kinda brazier Think you're the X-Men Force in a Xavier Think you're the next gen I got sauce and I'm gravier Soldiers on hundred I just walked in Arcadia Man ain't got time 'Matics and rifles And they're all mine Spinners on deck And they're all live Man are upset So man are outside Man are outside All of these soldiers And they're my guys All of these mobsters Yeah, Hollow got ties Shouldn't have crossed them And now we're outside