OUTLANDER lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo)
(Myles, Myles, got a minute?)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, the illest since Master P (Uh)
Rich off drug dealin' actually
These n*ggas tryna act like the illest, sh*t, blasphemy
You want a kilogram with no steps? n*gga, answer me
These n*ggas won't get out of line, it be a tragedy (Brr)
Y'all be gassin' these n*ggas
LV sweats, Wu Dunks, baggin' the GZA (Ah)
I swear I hate these rap n*ggas, word to my wisdom
Seen 'Chine Gun in his casket and I kissed him
Hit him broad day close-up, how could I miss him? (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I can't wait 'til Sly home, you should've seen us in prison
I had the all black Prada jumpsuit on a mission
sh*t was just last week, I be still bullsh*ttin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]
I'm on my own di*k
Ayo, f*ck these n*ggas, Lord (Ayo, f*ck these n*ggas, Lord)
Yeah, I'm on my own di*k (Doot, doot)
Y'all n*ggas can't be f*cking serious (n*ggas can't be f*cking serious, man)
We must not be listening to the same sh*t, man, I'm not im-f*cking-pressed at all (Can't f*ckin' be)
I'm on my own di*k
That n*gga trash
Yeah, I'm on my own di*k (Doot, doot)
That n*gga trash (Doot, doot)
That n*gga trash (Doot, doot)
[Verse 2]
Ayo, three different colored Rolls (Skrr)
Back-to-back with the blowers
Blow like the Ochoas
In the water like Moses (Whip)
Posin' in Vetements
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper with the headlock (Ah)
Hopped out the truck with MAC-12, fake dreadlocks (Brr)
It's getting scary at night
Bury a flight jacket, I was Jesus Christ in my past life
Who f*ckin' with me? Name 'em
Slayin' in Bottega, drainin'
Slavin' over hot stoves, took the cookie out, amen
He already rattin' on day ten
My n*gga burnt (Ah), he just did a dub in the state pen
My n*gga turnt, had a shootout with the State Troopers (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
My homie got dressed, celebrated, ate Peter Luger
Face in Lagerfeld stocking, clocking
Line 'em up, I watched 'em wash 'em, every dopehead say I got it (Woo)
sh*t was all manifested from a cot
I'm from the Eastside, it's not one street you can't get shot (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

[Chorus]
I'm on my own di*k
Yeah, I'm on my own di*k
I'm on my own di*k
Yeah, I'm on my own di*k