Mistah F.A.B. – Stand Outside


All I know how to be’s a ridah
We was gettin’ [?], smokin’ out a Back, sippin’ Act
All I know how to be’s a ridah
So I gotta keep a cannon every day
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die
‘Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac
My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
Stomach full of lean because we lost our way
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Good pretenders
See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
Thug tears for thug angels, callin’ heaven their home
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
By pitchin’ flippers, lettin’ birds fly
Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
Make a [?] never [?]
Hood niggas (all I know)
All I know how to be’s a ridah
‘Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin’ on shows for their audience
[?]
Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

All I know how to be’s a ridah
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
See, I was raised on the curbside
Now I tell the world this
All I know how to be’s a ridah
All I know how to be’s a ridah
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors

And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
A lot of suckas gettin’ credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
Always tellin’ me that I was good for nothin’
Whole family [?] we gotta find a way
I lose every girl ’cause I sleep with my rifle
Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone

I was never good or nothin’

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back
Good pretenders
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein’ a coward was a nada
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
All my niggas how we sellin’ drugs for pay
Got me relapsin’ back to back, blowin’ out of the zone

All I know how to be’s a ridah
All I know how to be’s a ridah
90 shots hangin’ off the big machine
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
What the fuck?
I just [?] they wanna murder me
See my sister cryin’ they took her love away