[Intro]
Bu, bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Uh-huh)
Yeah
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Look)

[Verse 1]
Machine, bitch, your favorite rappers wanna be me
I do their streaming numbers with the vinyl and the CDs (Hahaha)
Sellin', boy, you know I'm in the toy when you see me
You see me, got the Lam' in my name like CeeDee (Talk to 'em)
I put food in the oven and I ain't talkin' ziti
That blue magic had a junkie shootin' like 3D (Hah)
My neck look 3D 'cause S sittin' next to the VV
My bitch the prettiest next to Riri (What up, baby?)
See me feedin' the homeless, I needed these moments
I'm a boss, not just a rapper, I don't see no opponents
A n***a hatin' then he just caught in the heat of the moment (Hahaha)
Probably 'cause that 650 he see me in, I own it (Uh-huh)
I can move a pie raw, since Buff had the Aurora with the suicide doors
My bro caught a n***a upstate, they threw him five more
That grimy rap in the game, tell me who provide more
The Machine, n***a (Brr, uh, yeah)

[Chorus]
All my n***as outside, they outside
All my n***as outside, we outside (We outside)
If it's pressure then we gon' slide (We slidin')
Hope you got your gun, you know I got mines (Brr, yeah)
If it's pressure then we gon' slide (Slide)
All my n***as outside, they outside (Yeah)
All my n***as outside, we outside (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
My n***a got his, in the can and he doin' forty flat
My n***a took his time like a G and that's a fact (Yeah)
Always in good spirits when he hit me on the jack
While you so called real n***as celebratin' rats
Goin' on YouTube, runnin' up these n***as' views
Can't be on both sides, my n***a, you gotta choose (You gotta choose)
N***a try to justify this shit in all his interviews
And the n***as in the comments say they would've did it too (Uh-huh)
I just seen a video on the news I couldn't believe (Nah)
Another racist cop kill a n***a and get to leave (Again?)
He screamin', "I can't breathe", cop ignorin' all his pleas
Hands in his pocket, leanin' on his neck with his knees (Psh)
Cracker invent the laws, that's why the system is flawed
Cops killin' black people on camera and don't get charged
We ain't takin' no more, we ain't just pressin' record
Can't watch you kill my brother, you gon' have to kill us all (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-boom)
Just 'cause he from the ghetto, that don't mean he sellin' crack
He drivin' home from work, you pull him over 'cause he black
Think he gangbangin' 'cause he got dreads and a few tats
He reach for his ID, you think he reachin' for a strap
He get out, put his hands up, and he still gettin' clapped
But if he try to run, you just gon' shoot him in his back
What if it was my son? I wonder how I'm gon' react
I bet I'm finna run up in this precinct with this MAC (Brr)
I swear to God
[Chorus]
All my n***as outside, they outside
All my n***as outside, we outside (We outside)
If it's pressure then we gon' slide (We slidin')
Hope you got your gun, you know I got mines (Brr, yeah)
If it's pressure then we gon' slide (Slide)
All my n***as outside, they outside (Yeah)
All my n***as outside, we outside

[Outro: Reporter in Minneapolis]
So, I'm gonna let you see the pictures for yourself
This is the 3rd precinct here
There are fires burning to the left of it at the
Uh, wine/liquor store, uh, on your left, but back
In the back of the precinct, you are hearing people throwing things against the— the walls
Against the glass, against anything they can
And now the fire alarm, you'll see it flashing, inside of the 3rd precinct
Behind the 3rd precinct, just behind it
Is a— a fire that is— is billowing
It has been going for a few minutes now, uh, really strongly
But you hear people cheering every time they get through one of the windows there, uh
With whatever it is they're throwing
It sounds like they're throwing, you can see, uh, pieces of concrete
Uh, there's someone climbing up the wall right now
On the back of the 3rd precinct
Uh, kicking the window in, trying to climb up the wall
People are trying to get in the building
We're listening to people say that they're trying to get into the building...