(Sample: Jamie Foxx)
D-J-A-N-G-O
The D is silent

(Chorus: Edward Lillie)
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

(Verse 1: Edward Lillie)
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
(Chorus: Edward Lillie)
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

(Verse 2: Edward Lillie)
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
(Chorus: Edward Lillie)
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

(Verse 3: Colson)
Witness the fricking beginning
Of when I was flipping the bird, at anyone who's
Beginning and thinkin' they wicked with words
I sweep a snitch with a stick
So you witches get hit with the broom
Coffin Nails, motherfuckers I'm DOOM
Pop in a clip in the gat then I cock it and shoot
Every time that I do
Drum explode like "The Who"
Keith Moon with a tool!
Yeah
Look
E3 the dopest
Like cooking up smoke
If you hopin' to choke
Then come fuck with the gang
Semi-auto let it ring
Pay phone with the change
Yeah
(Brr! Brr!)
(Hello?)
Shootin' at em' from a range tho
Got me feelin' like I'm Django
Smoke a pack that's where the chain go
Paint yo' town red
When I pull up on them with a Pave Low
Choppa get shot in yo' head
You don't low!
I ain't got nothing much else that I wanted to say so
Names Colson and none of y'all riding my wave float