Outside

(Chorus)
I don't see too many pleasures when I go outside
I should keep a Smith & Wesson when I go outside
You can stay up in your residence or go outside but it just don't matter
I don't see too many pleasures when I go outside
I be tryna hide my presence when I go outside
You can stay up in your residence or go outside

(Verse)
Not a product of my neighborhood
Pussy niggas ran up in my momma's crib
Got a nigga tryna stray from hood
(happy as fuck that we wasn't home)
Face is calm but she crazy shook
Tellin' me she don't feel safe at home
Didn't care about the things they took
Really feeling like it's my fault
Empathy inches from ending me (yah)
Sending me into a frenzy (yah)
My only focus is getting the benjis (yah)
My only hope is just maybe to fix it
Instead of just moping and playing the victim
I've been smoking Mary Jane til' i'm witless
Momma coping with the praying and scriptures
I don't see too many pleasures when i go Outside
Not the only one with a weapon when i go Outside
And the holy one isn't helping
Not that it's not expected
Pass the blunt to the pastor & rip the bong with the reverend
(Man, we called the cops & they ain't do shit)
Got my Mom feeling helpless
All these niggas is ruthless
Seldom make us feel welcome
That's why i never fuck with 12 like ever in my life
They robbed my house in broad daylight, It Only Gets Colder At Night

(Chorus)