Edward Lillie - OUTLAWS Lyrics

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
Till 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 f*cking 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