OUTLANDER

Westside Gunn

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    Ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo)
    (Myles, Myles, got a minute?)

    Ayo, the illest since Master P (uh)
    Rich off drug dealin' actually
    These niggas tryna act like the illest, shit, blasphemy
    You want a kilogram with no steps? Nigga, answer me
    These niggas won't get out of line, it be a tragedy (brr)
    Y'all be gassin' these niggas
    LV sweats, Wu Dunks, baggin' the GZA (ah)
    I swear I hate these rap niggas, 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 till Sly home, you should've seen us in prison
    I had the all black Prada jumpsuit on a mission
    Shit was just last week, I be still bullshittin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

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    I'm on my own dick
    Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord (ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord)
    Yeah, I'm on my own dick (doot, doot)
    Y'all niggas can't be fucking serious (niggas can't be fucking serious, man)
    We must not be listening to the same shit, man, I'm not I'm-fucking-pressed at all (Can't fuckin' be)
    I'm on my own dick
    That nigga trash
    Yeah, I'm on my own dick (doot, doot)
    That nigga trash (doot, doot)
    That nigga trash (doot, doot)

    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 fuckin' with me? Name 'em
    Slayin' in Bottega, drainin'
    Slavin' over hot stoves, took the cookie out, amen
    He already rattin' on day ten
    My nigga burnt (ah), he just did a dub in the state pen
    My nigga 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)
    Shit 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)

    I'm on my own dick
    Yeah, I'm on my own dick
    I'm on my own dick
    Yeah, I'm on my own dick

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    Composition: prod.myles

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