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Outliers by Ruslan Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

This is for my outliers
This is for my outliers
This is for my outliers

Yeah
I'm tired of rappers struggling about how they ain’t got the budget
When we can do it ourselves with out somebody else's funding
Stop looking at these label like they really got a shortcut
Now days they signing artists who already got exposure
For pennies on the dollar, they mistake we on the short bus
Your best bets to figure out how you can get your merch up
Why take an advance when you can make that from your surplus
Why give up your masters those shouldn't be up for purchase
But you could do what you want, I’m just asking questions
An indie artist who made it without changing my message
And I ain't up the echelon, I'm just a middle class
Renaissance man who got His start over the intercom
Doing the high school announcements
Then amount to this moment of wanting to put all my homies on
And I ain't got a rollie on, no jewels on me
But I can't help wanting someone to drop these jewels on me
When I was getting my start, I was living apart
From anybody making a living from art, so
This is for my outliers, this is for my people
Living on the fringes, trying to figure out how to mend this
Desire to really thrive while trying to improvise
Not wanting a handout or anybody's free rides
Yea I gotta get mine, same time free minds
To step through, they want everybody rich except you
So this is for my outliers
This is for my outliers
This is for my outliers
This is for my outliers

Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers
Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers

Started poor but rich in spirit
I implore for you to hear it
Count it out, count it out, countin' up
They ain't never expected of us to be up
I grew up to poor to ever become a starving artist
Can not be like warm, I’ve seen too much relational carnage
Too many single moms, too many dads left
Too many fights over money, why I can’t half step
Ha-ha fifteen years, fifteen years, clearly
I am the luckiest man, whose a live
That's my tribe, that’s my pride, that's my all, that's my heart
That's my wife who told me to quit my job after all
Ha, she my better half, we forever that
Just remember that we came from the slums and defied the odds
We are not liars, we are not biased
We are not average, we are outliers
So this is for my outliers
This is for my outliers
This is for my outliers
This is for my outliers

Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers
Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers
Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers
Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers

Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers
Down and out, out and in, been with out, up again
Defied the odds of everything we up against, outliers