Just Outside (Remix)

We was just outside We was just outside Outside together We was just outside We was just outside Outside together Now we posted away Shit, what more can I say? These are the days, the times when the lights get shined on the things that we've been blind to Somewhat big in the world, but I feel 5'2" When thinking 'bout what could happen whenever I slide through Not talking tough, but tough You slide, we slide too Buck, buck, buck you die one yeah we die two This the survival I'm tryna unlearn still Walking in God's steps the devil still burn still Even in dark times niggas gon' earn still 'Cause we want our lives to feel good as them furs feel Light up that Steve weed get high above earth still I bet two of these things will make the earth still Record in the valley, still make the shit that the curb feel So 100 even the bitches I curve feel (whaaattt) Smoking trees in the Lac Watching for the boys got the P's in the back lord It's a breeze, I'm a mac Just tryna pay the rent Lord Call me "Quarantine King", I'm chilling watching niggas fade away Don't ask me who, that ain't my place to say Coffee sip let me light my J Coffee sip light my J Yeah We was just outside We was just outside Outside together We was just outside We was just outside Outside together RIP Fat T We lost you I lost a piece of me Understand the difference Yeah So y'all can feel my resistance talking 'bout certain shit Yeah Spoon, talk to 'em one time It's like I will rap for food You need a mill to sign us Want the dash with two bucks No Chris, no Giannis My creed a little different, I'm a young Adonis Last of a dying breed, yeah it's hard to find us Studied the game, was focused like it was SAT's I never sat with the squares, my circle full of G's Niggas change and fall off before them Autumn leaves Change and fall if, it's still the Summer breeze Green label Za Za I know you smell the trees It's big league convos It's money overseas I'm eurostepping in Zanotti's I got the mafia tatted like I was Gotti Lambo dreams, can't settle for Moserati's If it's only two seats then the shooter will be riding shotty '93 octane, I'm pumping premo I'm bumping the offspring of Benzino Spring training, I feel like the bambino The clout colossal, we the workers that turned bosses That took chances and took losses That learned lessons, got more cautious More investments and less flossing The heart stone cold like Steve Austin Texts to my exes, I be flexing Emotions back and forth like they wrestling No subliminal status to leave 'em guessing This about you P.S. how I address 'em Yeah, you know it's live and direct If it's tricky like a hickey, I'll bring it right to yo neck Gotta man up with yo choices, you can't live with regrets When you die, fuck that money It's yo name and respect So niggas dying for respect What the fuck you expect? Ain't no love Like it's tennis, put that shit on yo set