Outside versuri

Versuri J Hus – Outside lyrics

Don’t break under pressure, show them you’re a stepper.
Stand down never, rather show them pepper.
Come through with the wetter,
tryna find the paper, we gon’ go through any measure.

Not even on my level, I just see them as lesser.
Me, I’m a presser, but I don’t know who shot that berretta.
Calm and composed, not a stresser,
makin’ du’a for my mother, God bless her.

Pray facin’ mecca, still a go-getter,
but right now I’m vex cah I heard, the profit ain’t enough, I need extra.
Machine linking Manchester,
boy get whacked from a gesture,
man get splashed from the Chester.

Get away from Jake cah we clever, immortal forever,
stay with me through every endeavour.
No time to rest up, the cheddar,
got the blicky there if ever, if ever.

We was on the block ‘til the pack done, hustala,
you wasn’t outside, you missed the action.
Got my name ringin’ like a Mac-10,
they ain’t even see me at my best, not a fraction.

If that ting ain’t bringing any cash in,
it’s probably a distraction.
The road and the business is clashing,
we ride for our own satisfaction.

I stepped out the house, told mum I ain’t comin’ back,
tryna flip them 20 packs to a hundred racks.
So the sit around the ting, man, I’m done with that,
I was praying to God it weren’t playing, akh.

I really had to step on the street, N17.
Who do you expect me to be?
Can I get dark, nigga? Definitely,
puttin’ money on my head, I hope you kept your receipt.

Fuck them niggas, walk the long way home,
big SK, man, I’m tough like stone.
Can’t say the names on the thugs I know,
‘cause the cases ain’t closed, tell a judge die slow.

Young Bouff daddy got ‘em comin’ in dozens,
pretty face ting, bring a friend for my cousin.
I was in the kitchen, bare shapes I was cuttin’,
switched up the hustle, now my bank account’s bussin’.

We was on the block ‘til the pack done, hustala,
you wasn’t outside, you missed the action.
Got my name ringin’ like a Mac-10,
they ain’t even see me at my best, not a fraction.

If that ting ain’t bringing any cash in,
it’s probably a distraction.
The road and the business is clashing,
we ride for our own satisfaction.

We was on the block ‘til the pack done, hustala,
you wasn’t outside, you missed the action.
Got my name ringin’ like a Mac-10,
they ain’t even see me at my best, not a fraction.

If that ting ain’t bringing any cash in,
it’s probably a distraction.
The road and the business is clashing,
we ride for our own satisfaction.