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I'm on the outside... I'm on the outside...

1:]
See these don't get it till I spazz out
I see a full moon and they assed out
Get a get a light then grass out
More smoke more fire I pass out
That's how ni**as get finished like popeye's
On a top five list, go cop my
cop out when the cops out
Do not doubt I got {clout} the {rapper's rappers rap
spitting like an A-R
Fifteen my shits mean so get
The MVP in pink, no pick
drastic, get ya ass whipped
Don't no help just gimme ya belt
So you start feeling ya self, you'd be feeling the welt
Charles is back, Sha-leik on the track
This beat is so crack, I got in the back

On the outside and I want in
On the outside and I want in
On the outside and I want in
And I want in and I in
On the outside looking and I in
On the outside and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
And I want in and I in

2:]
Got ni**as holding they head they cipher with me
Get rowdy like I got Roddy Piper me
Ya bitch ass looking a diaper, dig me
I might just hit I strike ya kidney
And watchu do (Not a god damn thing)
ya man gon do (not a god damn thing) (yeah)
Step inside this god damn ring and watch ya ass with (not a god damn thing)
I never lost a so fuck u rap ni**as
All you do is double talk, I don't trust u rap
You rap no class, so I cut u rap ni**as
Give you a pound?, the hell would I touch u rap
It's me, Cassidy, and Weezy, the new
You don't see yo on the list, why you mad?
My my fam you don't get it my man
I'm hungry for the little ni**a I- Am

On the outside looking and I in
On the outside and I want in
On the looking and I want in
And I want in and I in
On the outside looking and I in
On the looking and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
And I want in and I in

3:]
See I was out in cleveland, raised here in harlem
Money or not, I'm gon' here in harlem
Play here in harlem lay here in
I'm already ghost, see my grave here in
I stay clear of but it always finds me
So I sit on ni**as that say is grimy
A day in my would make a hot picture
Not just 1 like that jason fox ni**a
I'm way too for the chicken noodle soup
I make new hits and my do it too
Fuck the box, man I'm living through the roof
Living proof my condition ain't got shit to do u
{The hits that they produce} isn't what you used to
I ate the apple the tree and made it fruity loops
Cause I'm the true babe ruth of the stay true to my roots
Make but you, {you}

On the outside looking and I in
On the looking and I want in
On the looking and I want in
And I want in and I in
On the outside and I want in
On the looking and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
And I in and I want in

I'm on the
I'm a get in
I can see you
See your true
you're ugly
Ugly me
I can see you
See in the you