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

1:]
See these ni**az don't get it till I out
I see a full moon and they assed out
Get a dutch get a then grass out
More more fire till I pass out
That's how get finished like popeye's spinach
On a top five list, go cop my
Never cop out when the out
Do not doubt I got {clout} the rappers rap about}
C-H-A-R like an A-R
my shits mean so get lean
The MVP in pink, no pick
drastic, get ya ass whipped
Don't gimme no just gimme ya belt
So when you start ya self, you'd be feeling the welt
Charles is back, Sha-leik on the track
This beat is so crack, I got jeezy in the

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

2:]
Got ni**as holding they whenever they cipher with me
Get rowdy like I got Piper with me
Ya bitch ass looking a diaper, dig me
I might just hit until I 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 ya ass leave with (not a god damn thing)
I never lost a battle so u rap ni**as
All you do is double talk, I don't u rap ni**as
You rap with no class, so I cut u rap
Give you a pound?, the would I touch u rap ni**as?
me, Cassidy, and Weezy, the new class
You don't see yo name on the list, why you
My ni**as my fam you get it my man
I'm hungry for the little ni**a I- Am

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

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

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

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