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I live as an Outlaw, baby My face on the billboards lately Runnin' from the law now, darlin Came to the game without warning And I pickpocket hoes in the morning Cause I live as an Outlaw, baby My face on the billboards lately And I run from the law on the daily Look I came in like a cowboy That’s bebop when I write Imma b-hop when I jump in That's me holding a knife And I chop beats when I'm locked in Like Voorhees in the night I stand out like blood stains On bedsheets that are white Cause I Stay saturated When you’re lacerated And I keep going Till my head falls off, decapitated And I'd never make it if you called shots M-27 Cause I call shots till I'm in Heaven Letras de cancionesTill then it's me and Premise And I'll stay here and you'll still play it Bitch I live as an Outlaw, baby My face on the billboards lately Runnin' from the law now, darlin Came to the game without warning And I pickpocket hoes in the morning Cause I live as an Outlaw, baby My face on the billboards lately And I run from the law on the daily Look You can cast your doubts But don't cast me out Imma outlast all the raps right now Cause I blast sounds for the nearest crowd At the venue, proud I get to make rounds with this pure sound That Alkaline Where the raps stay purified Second coming Something like that there- Jesus Christ Imma build up there I will rise From the ash- I will light a fire under they ass Cause I light up like sticks and a match I spit fire up on these tracks Crossfire when they pop caps Cease fire when I rap Hard iron on my tracks And I know y’all believe that I live as an Outlaw, baby My face on the billboards lately Runnin’ from the law now, darlin Came to the game without warning And I pickpocket hoes in the morning Cause I live as an Outlaw, baby My face on the billboards lately And I run from the law on the daily Look You hate to love me And you love to hate me But I'm on your playlist like on the daily Take your headphones off and fucking praise me I’m a God to y'all, and my back is breaking Atlas called, and he needed saving In the game so long, need senior savings Don't discount me when you check me out Bars and songs, you can't live without Your lyrics suck, go mark ’em down Dollar off of what I'm about Dollar Tree of my designer clout Like Givenchy when I'm dressing out That's one sixth of my bank account Find your shit in the lost and found I'm making hits that are world renowned So turn it up, you gotta play it loud From Letras Mania