Lyrics:
Big nothing.
He stood in the road outside of town
With a broken clockwork toy in his hand.
A graveyard for childish dreams in his palm
A little man to look after
Taking rap as a joke but I see no laughter
To man Charles Suitte and big tig in Atlanta and Va
Come on and keep it real; this
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
album’s coming out
Just the perks of being frontman
Of the second biggest band in your small town
As you thank people for coming
Someone grabs you by
with all my pals
Hanging with the guys and gals
Big truck pulling up the bayou in my town
Yuck
Stuck between being bored
Popping off a glock or else I'm
and the stars shine so brightly
And I don't know about you, but I know in my heart it's true
This small town's got a big old hold on me
And it ain't lettin' go
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
But i don't feel shit off a perk and a bean
Ya Im whipping round town windows down in a beam
Big boy bands had to run up the racks
Bad bitch with
Big checks when I come in town
Yall still fucking with Bust Downs
I hit the field I touch the pole they hands go up nigga Touchdown
Keep the change
I'm
black people
Obama ain’t bad either
wait imma dumb ass see um
you ain’t never did shit for us in shot town
that’s why the murder rate whet triple-double
homie go do your thing"
Big DMT make you go insane
Little LSD to leave your soul untamed
Smoke THC up out a gas tank
I laugh my whole way to the bank
I
me all your drugs, props
Money and connections
Pick me up after school, actin' kinda shady
You the coolest kid in town
I'm your little lady
He's sick
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
to the bandwagon
Pull up to the bank with the big bag yeah
And that boy he a drop out
And his little bitch she a pig too
My Patek my wrist and it really a pidgin
He
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
that we should
Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each
And each generation should do a little bit better
Alright, come on, let's
little town
Time to bring it on in
Pay the loans down
Fill our diesel tank up
And make another round
There's a big red moon coming up in the sky
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Every man is insane he's got a brain like norman bates
Timberland boots ski hats we pack gats
Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats
But
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on,
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
It ain't New York City
And it ain't LA
We ain't got no rooftop bars
Like they do on Broadway
It's just a little town square middle of nowhere
only the best can ascend
And this album is my entrance exam
Wow, I budgeted way too much time for this intro
That's embarassing
Big Yung Lil Sneezy
em fly in the sky
(verse 3-$imulae)
Watch me fly away with some diamonds on my neckwith a really big checkI can see my mansion by the ocean,sunsetwhen
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