Outside

By Pak-Man

Released on February 16, 2025

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[Verse]

Outside, three joints live, that's a triple threat

Forget a little cheque, I ran through six Patek's

Daytona's with baguettes, you couldn't diss the set

Get done up for the disrespect, his cousin gave up his address

Outside's treacherous, you never performed

Never was warm, I weathered the storm

Lord knows, I don't need more clothes

All this drip, fill up six wardrobes

It's crazy how now I get the best rates

Take her out, she might not get a next date

Think she hate me now, bro got his AP out

See the skeleton like a X-ray

Hopping out a fresh plate, you was just a tag-along

Dead weight, better that you sit back and spectate

Press play, watch me set pace

Respect greats, get your bread straight

Dirt from my mother's land, fly like my brudda Antz

Racks in rubber bands, thinking 'bout other plans

Watch how I bring it back, lost everything I had

Inside the Sprinter, mad girl from Trinidad

She got a lot of junk in her trunk

Pull up in a foreign, got a trunk in the front

Hoes wet London to Brum, you ain't done what I done

Had every Rolex under the sun

How many years was I stuck in the slum?

'014, they tried puncture my lung

People dying over crumbs where I'm from, hundreds of months

Uncs motivated me, it runs in the blood

South London in my veins

Hunger and the pain, never come up from a stain

Drive and determination, how you in your thirties hating?

Girls I'm dating tryna figure out which other girls I'm dating

Chilling in the Midlands, couple certi Asians

Years in these streets, now the world is waiting

Dunno where I'm flying next, Shiloh get the private jet

Girls on the island wet, all my designer fresh

Everywhere I go, I'm bait, boy you should know your place

Girl put your phone away, can't read me, poker face

You never been a full-time grinder, need a full-time driver

What's a reasonable chauffeur wage?

Streets was consuming me, all she want is Louis V

Investment opportunities, ain't gonna move for free

Don't need a contract if me and you shake hands

Mixing LV and Dior with UK brands

What, you think people ain't paying for a sponsor?

This pen game different, you're playing with a monster

If you do it by yourself, it's gonna take a little longer

Made me want more in wealth, I can't break, it make you stronger

Real street bosses, every day I'm seeing profit

He's a nuttin, he's a sausage, I gotta keep a rocket

Safety deposit boxes where I keep these watches

Everybody preeing me, they keep on watching

You ain't never ran your block, needed twenty grand a pop

Never paid a girl to take her panties off

She my caramel latte, life in the fast lane

Real life Monopoly, Mayfair and Park Lane