AK - Outside (Remix) lyrics
AK [Austin Kassabian]
[AK - Outside Remix lyrics]
Look, I keep it real
A lot of shit is changing for me
A lot of people I knew
Before is changing with me
Actin different for sure
I ain't complaining but geez
Y'all got me cutting you out
With no hesitation from me
I swear these rappers ain't even rappers
They be actin like hoes
They be feenin' for attention
Steady begging for more
Fuck them all if they involved with
Tryna get me to choke
Bitch, I'm the, fucking greatest
That's what everyone knows
I swear to God my shit popping
Like my ears on this airplane
Moving up on flights like I'm
Walking up a staircase
Reaching for my dreams
I know success is a rare taste
That's why I feed off myself and
Don't pick off their plates
Now I'm my own chef, they should know that
Yeah
I've been focused, and now they noticed, yeah
Money flowed in, that's a bonus, yeah
That's just a bonus, it's not the motive
I got a lot more to work
For than just the money it'self
I'm tryna build relationships with those
Not here for theyself
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout leeches
Cus' they approach and I tell 'em to be gone
Cus I ain't stressing more than
What I've been dealt
And, yeah, I prolly sound
Selfish but fuck it, I cannot help it
I've been surrounded by people and
Now that shit's overwhelming
Like who the hell could I trust?
How the fuck they gon' help me?
They steady making me promises but
They never have dealt it, yeah
They talk to me because
They each want something
Now I start to feel the pain
'cause the fakes keep coming
I ain't worried bout' the reign
But the rain keeps coming
Now it's all up in my face
Now I can't see nothing, yeah
And I don't even see nothing
All I need is the headphones
With the beats bumping, yeah
And I don't need to see nothing
All I need is the headphones
With the beats bumping
Mama raised me to do right
Mama raised me to do good
She gave me this gift of life
Always told me "keep it true"
I asked her, "would I pay a price
" and she said "yeah you prolly would
But, that's what happens when you real to
People who don't know what's good"
But, that's right
And I've lived to learn that that's right
And it hurts to learn about life
And all the different ways that it might
Not go your way and that's hard to watch
You can't fight the facts
You give it all you've got
You gotta live to work and then work the plot
On something big that don't ever stop
Now I'm my own chef, they should know that
Yeah
I've been focused, and now they noticed, yeah
Money flowed in, that's a bonus, yeah
That's just a bonus, it's not the motive
Ok now all these rappers pussies
Leave 'em bleeling like they menstruate
Try to make me crack and distress
But, I can't break
I struggle but my positivity is
What they can't take
So they say I'm lying with
Everything that my pen states, get it?
I don't think you did
They'd rather pick your flaws and
Say "the kid is sick"
If that's how they feel, it is what it is
But don't get mad when you
See a different kid
Working, tryna get filthy rich
You gave me shit for the life I picked
That's why when the dollars start flowing in
And you low on dough, you ain't getting shit
And now I'm doing what I love
That's what they hate for
Tryna make a living
It's a given I'mma make more
If we talking money
Shit as far as the cake go
They say my drive for cheese is pitiful
I'm like, "Okay, so? "
A lot of shit is changing for me
A lot of people I knew
Before is changing with me
Actin different for sure
I ain't complaining but geez
Y'all got me cutting you out
With no hesitation from me
I swear these rappers ain't even rappers
They be actin like hoes
They be feenin' for attention
Steady begging for more
Fuck them all if they involved with
Tryna get me to choke
Bitch, I'm the, fucking greatest
That's what everyone knows
I swear to God my shit popping
Like my ears on this airplane
Moving up on flights like I'm
Walking up a staircase
Reaching for my dreams
I know success is a rare taste
That's why I feed off myself and
Don't pick off their plates
Now I'm my own chef, they should know that
Yeah
I've been focused, and now they noticed, yeah
Money flowed in, that's a bonus, yeah
That's just a bonus, it's not the motive
I got a lot more to work
For than just the money it'self
I'm tryna build relationships with those
Not here for theyself
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout leeches
Cus' they approach and I tell 'em to be gone
Cus I ain't stressing more than
What I've been dealt
And, yeah, I prolly sound
Selfish but fuck it, I cannot help it
I've been surrounded by people and
Now that shit's overwhelming
Like who the hell could I trust?
How the fuck they gon' help me?
They steady making me promises but
They never have dealt it, yeah
They talk to me because
They each want something
Now I start to feel the pain
'cause the fakes keep coming
I ain't worried bout' the reign
But the rain keeps coming
Now it's all up in my face
Now I can't see nothing, yeah
And I don't even see nothing
All I need is the headphones
With the beats bumping, yeah
And I don't need to see nothing
All I need is the headphones
With the beats bumping
Mama raised me to do right
Mama raised me to do good
She gave me this gift of life
Always told me "keep it true"
I asked her, "would I pay a price
" and she said "yeah you prolly would
But, that's what happens when you real to
People who don't know what's good"
But, that's right
And I've lived to learn that that's right
And it hurts to learn about life
And all the different ways that it might
Not go your way and that's hard to watch
You can't fight the facts
You give it all you've got
You gotta live to work and then work the plot
On something big that don't ever stop
Now I'm my own chef, they should know that
Yeah
I've been focused, and now they noticed, yeah
Money flowed in, that's a bonus, yeah
That's just a bonus, it's not the motive
Ok now all these rappers pussies
Leave 'em bleeling like they menstruate
Try to make me crack and distress
But, I can't break
I struggle but my positivity is
What they can't take
So they say I'm lying with
Everything that my pen states, get it?
I don't think you did
They'd rather pick your flaws and
Say "the kid is sick"
If that's how they feel, it is what it is
But don't get mad when you
See a different kid
Working, tryna get filthy rich
You gave me shit for the life I picked
That's why when the dollars start flowing in
And you low on dough, you ain't getting shit
And now I'm doing what I love
That's what they hate for
Tryna make a living
It's a given I'mma make more
If we talking money
Shit as far as the cake go
They say my drive for cheese is pitiful
I'm like, "Okay, so? "