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

See these **** don't get it till I spazz out

When I see a full moon and they assed out

Get a dutch get a light then grass out

More smoke more fire till I pass out

That's how **** get finished like popeye's spinach

On a top five list, go cop my shit

Never cop out when the cops out

Do not doubt I got clout, the rapper rappers rap about

C-H-A-R spitting like an A-R

Fifteen my shits mean so get lean

The MVP in pink, no draft pick

Just drastic, get ya ass whipped

Don't gimme no help just gimme ya belt

So when you start feeling ya self, you'd be feeling the welt

Charles hamilton is back, Sha-leik on the track

This beat is so crack, I got jeezy in the back

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

And I want in and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

And I want in and I want in

Got **** holding they head whenever they cypher with me

Get rowdy like I got Roddy Piper with me

Ya bitch ass looking like a diaper, dig me

I might just hit until I strike ya kidney

And what you gonna do (Not a god damn thing)

What ya man gon do (not a god damn thing) (yeah)

Step inside this god damn ring and watch ya ass leave with (not a god damn thing)

I never lost a battle so fuck you rap ****

All you do is double talk, I don't trust you rap ****

You rap with no class, so I cut you rap ****

Give you a pound?, the hell would I touch you rap ****?

Its me, Cassidy, and Weezy, the new class

You don't see yo name on the list, why you mad?

My **** my fam you don't get it my man

Im hungry for the game little **** I- Am

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

And I want in and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

And I want in and I want in

See I was born out in cleveland, raised here in harlem

Money or not, I'm gon' stay here in harlem

Play here in harlem lay here in harlem

I'm already ghost, see my grave here in harlem

I stay clear of problems but it always finds me

SoIsit on ni**as that say charles is grimy

A day in my life would make a hot picture

Not just 1 song like that jason fox ni**a

I'm way too sick for the chicken noodle soup

I make new hits and my ni***s do it too

Fuck outside the box, man I'm living through the roof

Living proof my condition ain't got shit to do with u

[The hits that they produce] isn't what you fools used to

I ate the apple from the tree and made it fruity loops

Cause I'm the true Babe Ruth of the booth stay true to my roots

Make music but you, [you]

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

And I want in and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

On the outside looking and I want in

And I want in and I want in

Im on the outside

I'mma get in

I can see through you

See your true colors

Inside you're ugly

Ugly like me

I can see through you

See in the real you