Westside Boogie feat. Joey Bada$$ – Outside Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Outside – Westside Boogie feat. Joey Bada$$

B**ch, I ain’t early, I say ’bout time, uh
S**t, I ran up hills in my downtime, uh
Y’all spendin’ all day swattin’ house flies, uh
That let me know that y’all not outside, oh
Who really outside It’s all about the approach

I been wantin’ the smoke when my auntie was on dope
Got a bed that’s full of bodies, got a closet full of ghosts, mm
Yeah, I’m cool with rappers, n**gas actin’ like we close
S**t, I’m the greatest on the coast
and n**gas thought I knew the Pope, mm

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Blessed me with the hands that’s catchin’ all these n**gas’ fans, uh
‘Posed to be your mans, damn, my n**ga, you got scammed, uh
Funny that I’m standin’ with the dude who made stand
But never treat me like the fan, ’cause what I am, what I am
Whatever you say I am, s**t, if I was interested
Why would I say I am s**t
And the, the radio don’t even play my jam
I give no damn, I’m in Bompton with the fam’

You say, it’s early, I say ’bout time, uh
I kill these n**gas in my downtime, uh
They spendin’ all day swattin’ house flies
With couch time that let me know that they not outside
Oh, who really outside It’s all about the approach

Make it this far, gotta keep a couple scopes on me
B**ch, I’m not a star, I stuff the chopper in my coat, homie
They know who we are, they just think that we don’t know
Reach your hand up in this fire, see if you don’t get roast, homie

Eight years later, n**ga, I deserve to boast
Still burnin’ bread, n**ga, I deserve a toast
Champagne spillin’, big pimpin’ off the coast
With my pocket full of knots
I could show you these loaves, uh

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Everybody smilin’ ’round me, I ain’t said no jokes, uh
On the block, sporty, Glock .40 in the tote, uh
Said they’re best friends, f**k it, I’ma need both
But she let me paint her face
I’m like Picasso with the stroke

Sleepin’ with the king and she gotta stay woke
If we ain’t in the same boat, then that b**ch afloat
I’m stylin’ in the drop like a n**ga slang dope
Eyes wide when I’m outside, ready for the smoke
Like I ain’t takin’ tokes, I could put you on game
I just hope you takin’ notes
B**ch, I had the fame way before I learned to cope
Put respect up on my name
I’m surrounded by the G.O.A.T.s

You say, it’s early, I say ’bout time, uh
I kill these n**gas in my downtime, uh
They spendin’ all day swattin’ house flies
With couch time that let me know that they not outside
Oh, who really outside It’s all about the approach

Know it’s all ’bout the finish
I think I’m bein’ too timid, I think I need to get with it
I think the reason I’m missing’ ’cause I been lackin’ precision
I think the credit they owe me should never come with a limit
I’m the best rapper that, wait, I’m the best rapper alive
I’m talkin’ n**gas that’s sinnin’, I’m talkin’ n**gas retired
I’m talkin’ n**gas that’s comin’, I’m talkin’ n**gas that’s tried
I’m talkin’ n**gas that died, I’m talkin’ all ’em combined

Man, I been fightin’ with a lotta s**t
Fightin’ with myself ’cause I been fightin’ my environment
Fightin’ with my friends ’cause they been fightin’ with entitlement
Tryna get inspired, you n**gas ain’t been no help
Got me competin’ with myself

If I break these mental walls, then I get through to my brain
If I keep smokin’ this tree, I find the root of my pain
S**t, if I make it through the flame with no burnt skin, uh
While I’m standin’ in the ash, know I earnt this
I learned that y’all n**gas ain’t really outside…

➤ Westside Boogie | Joey Bada$$ | 2020

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