Lyrics Outlaw - M-Jay

Bitch im an outlaw
Back from the drought yall
What is you bout dawg
Im hoppin out the car

Bitch im an outlaw
Back from the drought yall
What is you bout dawg
Im hoppin out the car

Goin to mars no not a martian
Droppin a band like i be marching
Droppin my tape boy i love arson
Yall was too quiet i beg your pardon

I hope you finished look what you started
Boy i be drowning you are not artist
Gave her the D it was in scarlet
I work the hardest i am the Sargent

I am the harvest best in the market
You shouldnt start it boy imma finish
I am the nigga employing the clinic
I am the nigga that's born as a mystic

I'm eating beats like i wanted a picnic
Im on the street like im wanted for mischief
Im eating freaks like im one of the richest
And i just woke up neck covered in lipstick

Im poppin hoe im popular
We dont talk to officers
I got rich from commoner
Got hermes came from hollister

I am such a fashion kid
Gucci got the dragon stitch
I gave you my ass to kiss
Balenciaga savages

I don't check my balances
But it aint take no damages
You just way too bad at this
You look just like a masochist

You dont know my avarice
Like everything is glamourous
Back off i am hazardous
And you dont look like Lazarous

Bitch im an outlaw
Back from the drought yall
What is you bout dawg
Im hoppin out the car

Bitch im an outlaw
Back from the drought yall
What is you bout dawg
Im hoppin out the car

Nigga Im back in, I'm onna roll
I need my backend, I need the gold
Nah, I need the platinum,all of my shows
I need to pack them, fill em with hoes

Yeah, if its action, fill em with holes
Boy, if its fashion, Amiri my bros
I need that Louis, Gabanna
Versace and Prada to show off in all of my shows

Im on an island you could try to find it
Im pulling shit straight out the soul
Feeling enlightened but fight like a Viking
My nigga im back on the road

Violets are blue and you wearing all red
But my nigga you are not a rose
Ill take ya chain and the keys to yo car
And go give that shit straight to the poor

Wait, flow so sick that you might need a sweater
I turn up the heat and it fucks up the weather
I fight for the weak so i keep a Beretta
I tell em on me they believe every letter

This for the true fans
Already know issa bop
I need them blue bands
To fix up them schools in my youngins block

I fight for the weak
I see you fighting for you
You cannot compete
Hold up is this nigga rapping haikus

A poet bitch i am not mad at ya
Yall studied iambic pentameter
Pickin through shit look like a janitor
Same flow whole song know that you amateur

I been here for years and im gonna stay
With this state of rap i cannot run away
Wipe off ya tears its a beautiful day
And yeah we feeling good thats on Michael Bublé

Is you the man, i got a dream
And yeah i got a plan but i need respect
I need to ice out my wrist and my ears and my teeth
And my neck but id need an advance

This aint a rant this is a climb
I aint had shit but the rhymes
I crawled out the tunnel it turned to walk
Then i sprinted when i saw the light

Never fall back they gone think that they right
Ego so big that they think they can fly
You get too close to the sun and i swear lil one
That your wings gonna melt when you die

Bitch im an outlaw
Back from the drought yall
What is you bout dawg
Im hoppin out the car

Bitch im an outlaw
Back from the drought yall
What is you bout dawg
Im hoppin out the car