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60shotblake – outside lyrics

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[intro]
gang sh+t, man, 6+0 man, 6 duce sh+t
zoe city sh+t, hey
mafia way, hey, hey

[verse]
got like 3 to 4 years in my pocket, i’m still outside
back out on me, better not drop your sh+t, you might just die
put a stack out on him, now she wanna open her eyes
smokin’ pressue, lost count of my chicken, d+mn i’m fried
n+ggas sneak diss, i’m grabbin’ the burger, get you fried
had to cut ’em off, ’cause they was f+ck n+ggas in disguise
we take the deed because they shoot before they read your rights
come from where n+ggas throw shade before they get you right
late night insomniac, still fightin’ demons
if you ain’t f+ckin’ with my bag, then we ain’t beefin’
broski told me he was a snake but i just kept sleepin’
make a mess and then she clean it like she house keepin’
when you eatin’ good you make sure you feed all your n+ggas
i can’t trust sh+t, so my back against the wall with n+ggas
you wasn’t shootin’ with me, so how you expect to ball with n+ggas?
caught him loafin’, jumped on the phone, tried to call his n+ggas
i don’t need to fake sh+t i do for no image
if you broke, get off your ass, you better go get it
started off discreet, but now i’m feelin’ prolific
main rule we always live by is no snitchin’
who the f+ck is he?
i’m steady stackin’ coins like i’m at chuck e. cheese
i stay lowkey ’cause i don’t f+ck with n+ggas motives personally
separate myself, i chose to do that purposely
walkin’ on these beats, i almost do that perfectly
60shot, if you ain’t here, then i know your b+tch heard of me
jump up in the booth and i abuse it verbally
i keep st+rdy shooters ’round me, n0body hurtin’ me
shorty said she leavin’, but that sh+t ain’t hurtin’ me
make this sh+t get spooky, it ain’t no worse than me
silly b+tch tryna do [?] now, i remember her [?]
feelin’ like a new boy, got your main b+tch jerkin’ me
off the yurk, and every little thing is irkin’ me
sh+t got a risk, they talkin’ big bread but they ain’t sellin’ sh+t
if it’s 18 then i’ma tax 2+6, backed out on him, he yellin’, “oh sh+t!”
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