Outsiders (Intro) - Intellectual

[Intro]

Not getting paid but, I still pray to God, huh

888 to get in, ha, aye, Love to all my supporters

Over this time, we getting over the drugs, slowly

We can do this, I love y'all

Huh, woo, uh, yeah, ayy, huh, bitch!

[Chorus]

Admission

888 to get in

I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in

The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women

I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon

How many Perkies I popped? That really ain't nobody business

But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

[Verse]

Saw my own bro die

Saw my friends bro die

Never got to say bye, but at least they all fly sky high

But, uh, I'm gonna live, I won't die

I'ma live, I'ma get me a wife, and if I don't I'ma be lonely for life

I got a wifey now, and she my type

She quite nice, big thick thighs

And if you don't like that, I won't apologize

I don't tell lies, I'll never try

And if I do then, i'll deny, yuh

Lets scrap, back to the back

I'ma put these bullets on him like a maxi pad, uh, yuh

I got a thot with me like a brainiac

She took a shot, turned into a maniac

I'm in the D, and I'm close to Pontiac

Doin' donuts in the back of the cul-de-sac

Doin' donuts like delivering Dunkin'

My dick ain't dirty, but it's due for a cleaning

My money blew, and I just blew through my money

It's two different meanings, you know when you see it

I keep secrets in the back of my crib

Three reasons that I do what I did

One to get money to Mama and money to all of my dogs

And all of my kids