Lyrics:
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
days
I steered by the stars
Aimed for the moon
Wound up in the bars
There was a room
I papered with prayers
Scattered with flowers
While somebody else
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Now damn, I'm just a kid
Thinking 'bout everything I ever done did
Things I wanna do
Hey, fuck them niggas, what about the Kelly Mark-ass niggas?
Oh yeah, right
We get their punk-ass too
Yeah, hey baby check this out, you roll
I'm servin'
for you?
Yeah, I aint sorry. I'm not sorry
Not sorry Miss Ketly
Ooooh
I am for real
Never meant to make your son cry
I won't apologize another time
Not
static
Oh, what's the big deal? It's just a habit
You never feel real
Can't understand your intention
But I'm too fucking tired to run
You miss me, you
for life, I should've charged you money
I brought reality to light and somehow I'm the suspect
I dreamed of reaching greater heights, my heart too big
for life, I should've charged you money
I brought reality to light and somehow I'm the suspect
I dreamed of reaching greater heights, my heart too big
Rest easy, gone too early
Sky is in the sky, watching over like a birdy
They say bad things happen to good people
But you were amazing big bro,
Before the fire
Accept the hand given table full of question marks like the riddler
Big jacket it's the winter it's cold heart season
Bed springy and it
a hamster on a wheel, feels like a big deal
A life full of toil has mass appeal, made ideal
By conventions that shun contrarian thoughts
Tensions amplify,
'cos that man thinks he's working this scam
And that you man off his mark
Get your mate, let's call your mate piers
No, not piers, let's call him
Living under the sun amongst the stars where I wanna be
I'm calling home tell my family that I found my peace
I miss my city, but I can't go back
get too close to me
These niggas they want me to fall I'm balling so hard just give me the trophy
Yea I'm coming up court with the ball in my hand you
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
Weed it too, option is far, it don't come with the mic in hand,
My pegan see run up in that bitch with a big lighter and a big ass care.
For the back
man
Cornhead, Lil' Ag, Lil John, man there's too many
Of y'all to name man, Lil' Norris man
Miss all y'all boys, all my partnas on lock man
Black
prayers, but nobody’s gonna miss you
I won’t miss you
If I shoot, I’m rippin ligaments and tissue
Shoulda kept ya mouth shut, but you kept your shit open
Carpet bombing big baby blunts out in backwoods
I was the one that they was tryna forward and back to
Now they leaving marks up on me like they
the side
Ain't too big on claiming a side
Niggas know we be wherever the money reside
Can't take a day off the grind
Timing is money I make sure I'm taking
still
But they don’t want no smoke bruh
Man they’ll choke
I got them all on the
Mark Henry in this bitch
Great khali with shits
How you go big on big
“ Green paint “
“ First Chorus “
“ First Chorus “
It’s been a nice day
When I’m at the war way
I’m by self and you hided beside a hide friend
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