remember making hundreds outside,when we was young the money was always outside,if you was broke nigga you wasn't outside,we pushing coke nigga only outside,you had to ride if yo ass is outside,this Eastside FunkTown on mine,im on my grind when my ass Outside,its do or die when we all outside,westside northside outside,cant forget the south them boys outside,we gon slid can't hide outside, mommas cry lost they sons outside,we like to shine cant be bumms outside,im trying to make it im really from outside,i lost some friends right in front of my eyes,the street is dry done being outside,