Lyrics:
a wide reciever
When I hit she won't see me like i'm john cena
Labels calling my phone but i'm not stupid
I do this shit by my own and the gang included
When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan
Big wave heavy phase
Trying to get it in every way
Big dawg shit
Uh
Big deal no training wheels yea
Big wave heavy phase
Trying to get it
In every way
no fight they runnin from the light
Come and fight feel the might of right
It'll be aight come and stand by my side in truth
Free humanities guerilla
brothers 'bout to come and take over
We made it all the way to Asia and to Australia
Then made the passage to the America's after all behavior
Came home
nigga timeline (rich nigga, uh, rich, go)
Rich nigga timeline, stay the fuck up out of mine (uh, stay out it, go)
Free my nigga Westside, locked up
Even when we die, we raise up
Ain't no wantin', no, we need it
The powers that be done been greedy
We need ours by this evening
No white flag or no
murdered
Nigga, if you touch it
Then we motherfuckin' church ya
Big Glizzy the boss boy, you a fuckin' worker
My niggas not nervous
Screaming for the sheriff
I'm scofield
I gat plan and I do it
I smoke some weed and I do shit
I only do what I'm lovin'
Like who this
Lil whaze rapper, trapper, producer
Yeah, its been a while, since you last heard me
Never thought Id be worthy, to fish like this, I aint clergy
Real talk from the laity helped by the lady
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
I'd like to tell a story if you folks wouldn't mind
But this one is true and it really happened in that little hometown of mine
There was a kind
I'd like to tell a story if you folks wouldn't mind
But this one is true and it really happened in that little hometown of mine
There was a kind
knock out
I destroy the grid and then black out
Army brought the big trucks out
Military grade I call that a rock out
I'm in so I can't be locked out
I
the full ten baby all of the way
You will never be south central LA
Got your Air Force Ones and
Your Sean John jeans
Way too big hanging down to your knee's
of this town
And I was poking around John Wegner's old bootleg shack
Found me some pictures and papers and a big stack of cash
So I've been rambling this
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
If you wanna lead, be a leader
If you wanna dream, be a dreamer
Climb to the top of that mountain and scream it
But remember when you get
ain't letting Up
Swerving in a big body
Fuck nigga I'm the new John Gotti
I keep the mob with me and we Strap like the army pussy ass Nigga this a gangsta
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
Chorus
[c-murder]
Throw your
Like a hotel I check in
Don't bless sins, but check all my blessings, learn lessons
John Wick is on it might grab the pen and stab man I detect it
Got
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