Outside Lyrics by J Hus Feat. Skepta

J Hus and Skepta Lyrics

“Outside” by J Hus featuring Skepta is a gritty, street-rooted anthem centered on hustle, resilience, and ambition. The lyrics blend UK road slang with raw realism and subtle reflections on faith, emphasizing hard work, focus, and grinding until the mission is complete.

With sharp bars and commanding delivery, both artists highlight discipline under pressure, loyalty to purpose, and the importance of cutting off distractions that don’t bring progress or profit. The song captures the tension between street life and legitimate success, celebrating survival, self-belief, and pride in earning one’s position through consistency and determination.

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J Hus & Skepta – Outside Lyrics

Intro
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Verse: J Hus
Don't break under pressure, show them you're a stepper
Stand down never, rather show them pepper
Come through with the wetter
Tryna find the paper, we gon' go through any measure
Not even on my level, I just see them as lesser
Me, I'm a presser, but I don't know who shot that Berretta
Calm and composed, not a stresser
Making Du'a for my mother, God bless her
Pray facin' Mecca, still a go-gеtter
But right now I'm vex cah I heard thе profit ain't enough, I need extra
Machine link in Manchester
Boy get whacked from a gesture
Man get splashed from the chest up
Get away from jake cah we clever, immortal forever
Stay with me through every endeavour
No time to rest up, the cheddar
Got the blicky there if ever, if ever

Chorus: J Hus & Skepta
We was on the block till the pack done, Hustala
You wasn't outside you missed the action
Got my name ringing like a MAC-10
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction
The road and the business is clashing
We ride for our own satisfaction (Yeah)

Verse: Skepta & J Hus
I stepped out the house, told mum I ain't coming back
Tryina flip them twenty packs to a hundred racks
So the sit around ting, man, I'm done with that
I was praying to God, it weren't paying, akh (We was on the block)
I really had to step on the street, N17
Who do you expect me to be?
Can I get dark, nigga?
Definitely
Puttin' money on my head, I hope you kept your receipt
Fuck them niggas, walk the long way home
Big SK, man, I'm tough like stone
I can't say the names on the thugs I know
'Cause the cases ain't closed, tell a judge "die slow"
Young Bouff daddy got 'em coming in dozens
Pretty face ting, bring a friend for my cousin
I was in the kitchen, bare shapes I was cutting
Switched up the hustle, now my bank account's bussing

Chorus: J Hus
We was on the block till the pack done, Hustala
You wasn't outside you missed the action
Got my name ringing like a MAC-10
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction
The road and the business is clashing
We ride for our own satisfaction
We was on the block 'til the pack done, Hustala
You wasn't outside you missed the action
Got my name ringing like a MAC-10
They ain't even see me at my best, not a fraction
If that ting ain't bringing any cash in, it's probably a distraction
The road and the business is clashing
We ride for our own satisfaction