Outside

[Intro: Thiswae] Yeah (Uh huh) This ain't Nothin' but some Ghost Life shit (Aye) [Verse 1: Thiswae] Money motivated, get it cause I know they hate it Put that on my kids nigga, never wrote a statement Never back down from no war, I'm a soldier baby Wit my team no keeping score, we circulate the paper UGR/Ghost Life no room for you haters Spend yo dollars on barber college, you still can't fade us Fuck anyone nigga out here who feel like he made us Played the game like a pro, now I'm up in the majors Rest in peace to all my niggas who can't see this And free my niggas fighting cases, hope they beat em My young heathens itchin looking for a reason Look around you it's that season, niggas watching while you eating Remain solid, stack yo bread, and invest it wisely Keep it playa, don't be out here with that Bill Cosby Mandatory check a ticket, like my nigga Mozzy Stop that and I might catch a body, for real [Chorus:Thiswae] I'ma keep this Shit 100 'til I'm 6-feet If we ain't talkin bout a dolla you can miss me Keep yo mouth closed cause this shit deep Stick to the code never switch seats It's all about the hustle all about the grind All about that body when it come that time Is you gone get yo burner or gone run and hide Know what you sign for when you come outside [Verse 2: Mozzy] Huuuh, Poppin' on this side of the field , you Ain't related to a gangsta shit you prolly get Killed Before i graduated Jr High my potna got Killed Went to his wake & seen his face like on My momma it's real, yea (huuuh) It's drillas in the field that let it blap often The team will pluck you for mean muggin' & mad doggin' , mad doggin I rode the bitch for a season , But shit I'm Back ballin', back ballin & These hookers keep callin like i owe 'em Somethin', hello My cougar bitch is 30 somethin' on her Way to 50 Her fendi purse is full of plenty 'til i leave It empty, i leave it empty I can't remember the last time a bitch Kissed me I don't fuck around i got a Gram & let her buss it down I'm comin' down off these uppers I'm Finna pop a downer These niggas gossip like boppas so I don't talk around 'em It's a cheap conversation if you ain't Talkin' thousands It's all chedda though lets talk about it , shit [Chorus:Thiswae] I'ma keep this Shit 100 'til I'm 6-feet If we ain't bout a dolla you can miss me Keep yo mouth closed cause this shit deep Stick to the code never switch seats It's all about the hustle all about the grind All about that body when it come that time Is you gone get yo burner or gone run and hide Know what you sign for when you come outside