We Outside

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Look

They praying on my downfall, they wish they could stop me

I got hit with three shots and the shit didn't drop me (I ate those)

The neck and the wrists-es is rocky (No cap)

I got positioned on the top, now you niggas gotta sit and just watch me (You gotta watch, nigga)

Lobster tail and shrimp with the broccoli (Hah?), my trench is Versace

All cheetah print, so the bitches can spot me (Whoo)

Shit that I jot, I should be listed as top three (No cap)

Thirty-clip in this Glock, I'll hit your bitch in the top piece (Boom boom boom)

I got rich fast, they wanna know how it feel

Other rappers whose career been going downhill (Hah?)

Niggas who had a lil' buzz and even signed deals

They back broke in the 'jects, drinkin' brown still (Ahahaha)

I pulled the 2020 Bеnz off the lot

Draco and four-pound the only friends that I got

You can look at my scars, see I been through a lot

Bеfore this rap shit, I had a fork spinnin' in a pot (Whip)

I ain't have no workers then, I had to push it myself

Bought it hard 'til I learned how to cook it myself

I made myself a boss, I wasn't lookin' for help

In the mirror, I see a G when I look at myself, nigga (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, every night my block action-packed (No cap)

I listened to the nigga rap and that was cap (Haa)

Pink strings in the Cactus Jack

Steph Curry MVP shit, I’m winnin' back to back, back

[Chorus: Pharaohe Monch]

Although they pray on my downfall

I stay workin' just to prove them wrong

From the 716 all the way down to the Southside

We outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Che Noir]

Can't leave my prints, so I wore hand gloves

Took a penny from my thoughts, put in a poor man's cup

These words I riddle in verses was inspired by visions of fiends' veins

I thought it looked like scribbles and cursive

My struggles never made sense until I cashed a check

I always wanted more, but couldn't get it 'til I mastered less

Was mad and stressed 'cause I rapped the best

Could slash a rapper’s neck, 'cause every bar is a bullet like my trigger finger had Tourette's

Being underrated? Shit ruined my patience

Guess I'm due for vacation; set back, kept losing the basics

I was due for embracing, but still, I knew I would make it

The shit I drew was amazing, don't fit the mold from them rules they created

Hunger pangs left me chewin' a razor

Racists threw us in cages, and ate the food in our faces

I'm motivating to the ones in the crew that I hang with

They got rap sheets long enough they can use as a blanket

Fans asking, “How long it's gon' take to know she's the best?”

At what point does paying your dues leave you in debt?

Used to freeze where I slept so I could see every breath

Wore my heart on my sleeve 'til it started to eat my flesh

Tried to spit that introspective shit, but niggas missed it

So I flipped it, a misfit that put wack rappers into a hit list

This rap shit made me sadistic; message was cryptic

And just one bar could turn rappers to a statistic, for real

[Chorus: Pharaohe Monch]

Although they pray on my downfall (Ooh, Lord)

I stay working just to prove them wrong

From the 716 all the way down to the Southside

We outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Yeah)