We Outside - Big Ghost Ltd. Version

Me? I got scars on my head for the rest of my life

Look, they prayin' on my downfall, they wish they could stop me (Huh?)

I got hit with three shots and the shit didn't drop me (I ate those)

The neck and the wrist, this is rocky (Cap)

I got positioned on the top, now you niggas

Gotta sit and just watch me (Gotta watch me)

Lobster tail and shrimp with the broccoli (Huh?)

My trench is Versace, all cheetah

Print so the bitches can spot me (Woo)

Shit that I jot, I should be listed as top three (Cap)

Thirty clip in this Glock, I'll hit your

Bitch in the top piece (Boom, boom)

I got rich fast, they wanna know how it feel

Other rappers whose career been goin' downhill (Huh?)

Niggas who had a lil' buzz and even signed deals

They back broke in the 'jects drinkin' brown still (Hahahaha)

I pull the 2020 Benz off the lot

Draco and four pound the only friends that I got

You can look at my scars, see I been through a lot

Before this rap shit, I had a fork spinnin' in the pot (Whip)

I ain't have no workers then, I had to push it myself

Balled it hard 'til I learned how to cook it myself

I made myself a boss, I wasn't lookin' for help

In the mirror, I see a G when I look

At myself, nigga (Talk to 'em), yeah

Every night, my block action-packed (Cap)

I listened to the nigga rap and that was cap (Ah), haha

Pink strings in the Cactus Jack (Uh-huh)

Steph Curry MVP shit, I'm winnin' back to back, blatt

Can't leave my prints, so I wore hand gloves

Took a penny from my thoughts, put it in a poor man's cup

These words are riddlin' verses

Was inspired by visions of fiends' veins

I thought it looked like scribbles and cursive

My struggles never made sense, until I cashed the check

I always wanted more, but couldn't get it 'til I mastered less

Was mad and stressed 'cause I rapped the best

Could slash a rapper's neck 'cause every bar is

A bullet like my trigger finger had Tourette's

Bein' underrated, shit ruined my patience

Guess I'm due for vacation

Setback, kept losin' the basics

I was due for embracin', but still I knew I would make it

The shit I drew was amazin'

Don't fit the mold from the rules they created

Hunger pains left me chewin' a razor

Racist stewards in cages and ate the food in our faces

I'm motivatin' to the ones in the crew that I hang with

They got rap sheets long enough they can use as a blanket

Fans askin', "How long it's gon' take to know she's the best?"

At what point does payin' dues leave you in debt?

Used to freeze where I slept, swear I could see every breath

Wore my heart on my sleeve 'til it start to eat at my flesh

Tried to spit that introspective shit, but niggas missed it

So I flipped it, a misfit that put whack rappers into a hit list

This rap shit made me sadistic, message was cryptic

And just one bar could turn rappers to a statistic, for real