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