[Intro: TLB]

Outside, outside, outside

Outside, outside, out

[Hook: TLB]

Outside, outside

Know we going outside, outside

My guys, might guys

Now we looking at the sky

Kill the lies

Rise

[Verse 1: Iced Out]

Nothing in this life is really yours

Not interested in doing shows

Not interested in doing tours

Not remotely interested in a single one of you fucking whores

Moving on from my past, locking up, like I’m closing doors

And now I’m on my grind, I’m chasing purpose, chasing art

Chasing the feeling of something more

Ahead of the curve

I’m ahead of the rest

All these ideas that are in my head

I gotta execute to prove that I’m the best

Never lacking, you know what I’m saying?

I never wanna be like the goddamn rest

That’s why God made my life a test

This same old shit, day in and out

Making my way in this world

Full of greed, materialism and useless shit

I’m feeling like the odd one out

Don’t even know what my life’s about

22 years and all I gotta show is a broken heart

And fractured mind and splintered soul

And still I keep on walking with my head down low

Coming to a fork in the road, never could decide on the right way I should go

So I take it back

Back to the feelings that I know (bow, bow, ha)

Goodbye for now until the next time I decide to say hello

[Verse 2: Chapo Blood]

Hello (hello?)

I got a call (call)

Bitch I heard you a hoe (brrt)

And my brother tell me

I can’t cuff you, I let you go (go, go, no, go)

So I gotta let her go (go)

And I be tryna go stack it up

Nigga you wouldn’t even know (you don’t)

Like damn, we were sitting in the struggle (struggle)

Damn (struggle)

And mama she was tryna go hustle (what?)

Tryna fix my muscle (what)

Nigga’s be saying they understand, nah (stand)

Nigga you wouldn’t know my plan

I be going so hard on my music

Me and brodie tryna make it out for the fam (for the fam)

You wouldn’t understand (stand)

The other day they were saying that I’m a 501 on gang (on gang)

Tryna go send me down to Sudan (Sudan)

And I beat the case

Now I be tryna put the rap game in the chokehold (what?)

Do it like, WWE (E)

And I ain’t talking about Rey Mysterio

But you gon’ feel this knee (ahh)

And bad bitch come back to the crib

Now she gon’ taste this ha (ah)

And she gon’ taste that ha (outside)

She gon’ taste that, she gon’ taste that

[Hook: TLB]

Outside, outside

Know we going outside, outside

My guys, might guys

Now we looking at the sky

Kill the lies

Rise

[Verse 3: TLB]

M.E.L

Tryna get this money up

And now I got to see the lies

Now I gotta use my eyes

Birds are flying high

Favorite sights, lookout highs

Now we in the trap

So you know we gon’ get this money up

Let’s go get it baby

(What the fuck?) Hol’ up

And I lied, and I lied

That’s alright

Cause I’m up

I’m on highs, I’m on highs

Different lies, different tries

Different oh

Run it up, run it up

Yeah

Run it up

Challenge mode, challenge mode, challenge mode

This shit ain’t a

Challenge mode, challenge mode, challenge mode

This shit ain’t a

Challenge mode, challenge mode, challenge mode

Challenge mode

[Verse 4: Gucci H]

Never ever trust another motherfucking bitch (bitch)

Thinking you the shit, you ain’t nothing but shit (shit)

Pull up and I show you how to whip my clip uh (aye)

Calling all the homies from the motherfucking clique (clique)

Stepping in the coupe and I’m getting fucking rich (rich)

Take another motherfucking sip

Rap another verse

Make it flip, doing all the work

Gotta make it stitch now I’m getting rich

Open up the bank account like I'm Richie Rich (cha-ching)

Open up the throttle like now she on this shit (shit)

Take another drag now she be getting lit (lit)

And she saying baby, I need to go

Need to go

[Hook: TLB & Gucci H]

Outside, outside

Know we going outside, outside

My guys, might guys

Now we looking at the sky

Kill the lies

Rise