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lirik lagu we outside – conway the machine & 38 spesh

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[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 sh*t didn’t drop me
the neck and the wrist is as rocky
i got positions on the top, now you n*ggas gotta sit and just watch me
lobster tail and shrimp with the broccoli, my trench is versace
all cheetah print so the b*tches can spot me
sh*t that i dropped, i should be listed as top three
thirty clip in this glock, i hit your b*tch in the top
i got rich fast, they wanna know how i feel
other rappers whose career been going downhill
n*ggas who had a lil buzz and even signed deals
they back broke in the ‘jects drinking brown still
i pulled the 2020 benz 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
beforе this rap sh*t, i had a fork spitting in the pot
i ain’t had no workers then, i had to push it mysеlf
bought it hard ‘til i learned how to cook it myself
i made myself a boss, i wasn’t looking for help
in the mirror, i see a g when i look at myself
yeah, every night my block action*packed
i listened to the n*gga rap and that was cap
haha, pink strings and a cactus jack
steph curry, mvp sh*t, i’m winning back to back, back
[chorus: pharaohe monch]
although they pray on my downfall
i stay working just to prove them wrong
from the 716 all the way down to the southside
we outside, we outside, we outside, we outside

[verse 2: che noir]
can’t leave my prints so i wore hand gloves
took a penny from my thoughts, put it in a poor man’s cup
these words are riddling verses
was inspired by visions of fiends’ veins
i thought it looked like scribbles and cursive
my struggle’s 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 and slashed a rapper’s neck
‘cause every bar is a bullet like my trigger finger had tourette’s
being underrated, sh*t 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 sh*t i drew was amazing
don’t fit the mold from them rules they created
hunger pangs left me chewing 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 eating my flesh
tried to spit that introspective sh*t but n*ggas missed it
so i flipped it, a misfit that put wack rappers into a hit list
this rap sh*t made me s*d*stic, message was cryptic
and just won’t bother to turn rappers to a statistic, for real
[chorus: pharaohe monch]
although they pray on my downfall
i stay working just to prove them wrong
from the 716 all the way down to the southside
we outside, we outside, we outside, we outside

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