Outside

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Real facts, let me tell my story
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[Verse]
Remember sleeping outside, had my arms in my coat
Right up on that bench, that was back when I was broke
It was thirty degrees outside, but it felt like two below
I had thoughts in my mind, wish I had somewhere to go
How the fuck can I call you my bro? You ain't my bro
I couldn't depend on you back then, you ain't low
If you was there for me then, then you still be here for sure
If it's one thing that I know, I can't trust niggas or no ho, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I was broke, I came up, big bankrolls
Hit a lick then I went to change my clothes
Fuck a nigga bitch then tell her to keep it low
Yeah, she's bad, but I still don't give a fuck, don't let nobody know
Youngin' only twelve years old, I send him to the store
Told him, "Get some paper plates and then meet me by the stove"
Told him, "Get some razor blades, then go meet me by the stove"
Before they put me to the grave, I gotta teach you what I know
I gotta teach you how it goes