Lyrics Outsiders - R.B.

(Finna flex the come up, yeah)

(Yeah) Look baby see we're real riders
World to our back see we're outsiders
Woah they think this a joke
We don't want Rob Schneider's
They can't handle us we're on fire
Yeah (Yeah)
Fuck the fake people they are the liar
Listen to my songs but still the outlier
Tell me what you like tell me what you admire
You might get caught in the crossfire (Fire)

Fuck the worlds rules, fuck the worlds views
We be opening our third eye we don't deal with tools
Fucking with jewels, push away fools
Here's the type of real world shit
That they don't teach in schools
Focus on what society wants instead of your talents
That's why most people hate
Their life you see there is no balance
Yeah I got them haters they can't wait to bash on me
I see their sorry asses suffering from the jealousy
Run around, me and her
Souls bound, we are one
In our town, having fun
Mess with us, round one
Fist meet face I am welcoming you to the pound
Making you look like a clown
Better stay right on the ground

(Yeah) Look baby see we're real riders
World to our back see we're outsiders
Woah they think this a joke
We don't want Rob Schneider's
They can't handle us we're on fire
Yeah (Yeah)
Fuck the fake people they are the liar
Listen to my songs but still the outlier
Tell me what you like tell me what you admire
You might get caught in the crossfire (Fire)

See that I'm a real outsider
You see I'm unique and different
Real electrifying me coming up becoming real current
Become electrifying when I'm putting on some shows
Hyping everybody up so they get ready for my flows
I got 12345678 damn way too many
9 10 11 12 13 14 can never have plenty
Along with that I got my baby
that's unique right by my side
Locking me right in the cart
taking my life out for a ride

(Yeah) Look baby see we're real riders
World to our back see we're outsiders
Woah they think this a joke
We don't want Rob Schneider's
They can't handle us we're on fire
Yeah (Yeah)
Fuck the fake people they are the liar
Listen to my songs but still the outlier
Tell me what you like tell me what you admire
You might get caught in the crossfire (Fire)