Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Outside’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I’m at is static, but it ain’t got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I’ve never seen
Won’t you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens
And all my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside, goin’ in
Outside not goin’ in
Pull up in a lambo’ or just with the Benz
Checkin’ out, never checkin’ in
We been outside, not goin’ in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin’ on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin’ on me
‘Cause just last week I rest in peace’d a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I’m at the mixes
Cause you know I’m not myself when I’m off the liquor
Off the lean, it’s always better off the lean
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside
(21, 21, 21, 21)
All my niggas outside, pillow talkin’ sneak dissin’
Get a nigga jaw wired
Beat you baby mama throat so long she say her jaw’s tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked ’cause I got mob ties, I’m a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I’m draped in Avianne, I ain’t got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin’ shit for real
Ten bad bitches, suckin’ dick and eatin’ pills
And I keep that Tommy nigga, and I ain’t talkin’ Hil’
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I’m a real nigga, f*ck niggas can’t feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skrt, skrt, skrt
Hit it from the back pull up and skrt
I just copped that Bentley truck I skrt, skrt, skrt
Bitch, I’m outside on the Percs, Percs, Percs (21, 21, 21)
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside