Lyrics Outcast - The Big Hash, A-Reece, Flame

Outcast

Can’t die Young
But I live fast
Stay an outcast
Nigga, woah!
(aye)
Can’t die Young
But I live fast
Stay an outcast
Nigga, woah!
(aye)
Are you ready?
Yeah
Are you ready?
Yeah
Bottles heavy
Yeah, woah!
(aye)
Are you ready?
Yeah
Are you ready?
Yeah
Bottles heavy
Yeah, woah!
(aye)
All my niggas on patrol
You know the motto
You can never trust a hoe
They ain’t never take it slow
They go from fresh meat to
Someone else’s Sloppy Joe
Please don’t ever call me bro
Put some respect on my mama’s womb
Nigga, no
Don’t you know I’m ‘bout to blow?
I don’t need complications
With my bloods or the pros
You’re a con
I’m a teenage icon
Can’t go to war with the kids, nigga
Rap coz I love it
You rap when I say wrap it up
I call shots and you bleed nigga
But we started off on the wrong foot
In the right door
Now we run game
They used to call us names
Now they can’t say 'em out loud
Coz it’s all vain
Was a broke nigga with a broken fam
You know how it goes
Things change nigga
Niggas marvel when
The ride I’m in is flames
I’m the new Nicholas Cage nigga
Lord knows how I tolerated every person
In my face til' 17
Had to make it happen quick
So the boy stopped school
Started chasing dreams
Yap yap
Always talk facts
SoundCloud owe me plaques
Check the stats
Checkmate on a blind date
Put the pussy on the plate
See no hate from the fakes
Uh
It was hard
Me and bros came straight up
From the floor
They like the sound
So we had to bust their doors
Came through with the slaps
That they just couldn’t ignore
Came through with the slaps
Yeah
Got ‘em asking for…
More!
Holding it down for the young niggas
We the hottest out
Who the fuck you talking ‘bout
If it ain’t fucking us, nigga?
Aye
Hush, nigga
We might turn you into dust nigga
We be getting big bread
Why y’all still fighting over crumbs, nigga
Goddamn
Dropped outta school to get rich
I just had to take the risk
Had to do it for my kid
Can’t give a fuck ‘bout a bitch
Nah
Put it in
Ain’t gon' stop ‘til I make me a ‘mil
Yeah
4AM
And we outtchea trapping in the hills
Be quiet
The dead do not speak nigga
Baby boy, Big Hash & Fuego
Be honest
How cold are your feet, nigga?
One hand on the bible
One hand on the gun when I
Hop on a beat, nigga
If they put out 50
We move as a unit
Come show us you’re G, nigga
Rubber band gang
Fuck a bank
Up again
I got no one to thank
Doing me and it’s something you ain’t
They wonder like
«why ain’t he takin» a break
You ain’t got much on your plate
We eating
You already ate
You cannot have it your way
Look you dead in the face
Look alive when I tell you that
You cannot have it your way
You did not go through the pain
We wasn’t brought up the same
She ask do I got what it take and
I told that lil' bitch that I’m already taken
I took that video down
But it’s up again
I guess she already saved it
I don’t give a fuck if she hate it
She cannot have it her way
Fresh to death
Digging up my own grave
You boys ain’t accustomed to fame
Look you dead in the face
Look alive when I tell you that
You cannot have it your way
Can’t die Young
But I live fast
Stay an outcast
Nigga, woah!
(aye)
Can’t die Young
But I live fast
Stay an outcast
Nigga, woah!
(aye)
Are you ready?
Yeah
Are you ready?
Yeah
Bottles heavy
Yeah, woah!
(aye)
Are you ready?
Yeah
Are you ready?
Yeah
Bottles heavy
Yeah, woah!
(aye)