Kevin Gates - Stand Outside lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Stand Outside lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Gates] n***a told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard? Then that same n***a told me it wasn't always cool to be me What the f**? Always tellin' me that I was good for nothin' I was never good or nothin' [Chorus: Kevin Gates] All I know how to be's a ridah Grind or die, I'll put that on the bible All I know how to be's a ridah Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors All I know how to be's a ridah Prayin' for protection from the one that's right onside ya All I know how to be's a ridah Hood n***as (all I know) Good pretenders All I know how to be's a ridah [Verse 1: The Jacka] 90 knocks in and out the spot for cream 90 shots hangin' off the big machine See my sister cryin' they took her love away All my n***as how we sellin' d** for pay I just [?] they wanna murder me So I gotta keep a cannon every day Whole family [?] we gotta find a way Stomach full of lean because we lost our way Make a [?] never [?] [?] I lose every girl 'cause I sleep with my rifle Now I tell the world this [Chorus: Kevin Gates] All I know how to be's a ridah Grind or die, I'll put that on the bible All I know how to be's a ridah Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors All I know how to be's a ridah Prayin' for protection from the one that's right onside ya All I know how to be's a ridah Hood n***as (all I know) Good pretenders All I know how to be's a ridah [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] Damn, I can't believe they k**ed my n***a Jack Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back We was gettin' [?], smokin' out a Back, sippin' Act 'Cause that's how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac sh** f** with my mind and realize that he gone Got me relapsin' back to back, blowin' out of the zone I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone Thug tears for thug angels, callin' heaven their home A lot of s**as gettin' credit, but they fake and they fraudulent 'Cause they ain't sh** without possessions, puttin' on shows for their audience My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don't care how hard he is And that them n***as bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is See, I was raised on the curbside By pitchin' flippers, lettin' birds fly And whoever k** the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder Mama didn't raise a b**h, bein' a coward was a nada [Chorus: Kevin Gates] All I know how to be's a ridah Grind or die, I'll put that on the bible All I know how to be's a ridah Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors All I know how to be's a ridah Prayin' for protection from the one that's right onside ya All I know how to be's a ridah Hood n***as (all I know) Good pretenders All I know how to be's a ridah