Lyrics:
education whatsoever
But you stuck with me through all kinds of fucked up weather
Hoping days'll get better like I said they would
They said "Stand by your
boys, hits every year
All bazookas, where they put the roof at?
Do you put Hov where you put B.I.G. and Snoop at?
Or you put him higher 'cause he made
becoming the best
Deliver my lyrics with zest got arrogance up to my neck
Your girl buys my drink then I wreck
No lube coz your lady stays wet
I'm big
top of the ceiling like satellite
Saddled with the same niggas I'm schemin' with every day and night
Every show I counted on their companionship by my
We'll fight for Harry Bridges and build the C.I.O
They built a big bonfire by the Matson Lines that night
They threw their fink books in it and they
a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my
Mary Jane
On the floor playin' Nintendo
Losin' count how many days
Bumpin' B.I.G, more of a Pac fan when I burned the haze
That's the essence
Happy birthday to my big sis man (would've been the big 28, celebrating you)
I let myself go in this music only way to get me through it
Man I ain't
Nuh waa c the big fat benz rolls Royce
And mi clean ina white
So wi tell dem
Surrounded by young millionaires
A million dollar right here
Hey gyal keep
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
Black reppin' from back in the day
X files and you know the storm
Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned
Dru Ha where you at? Yeah yeah
O.G.
Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league
From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G"
Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see
The jungle,the 30's,the
off the marshmallows
Jump into a briar patch and kiss me by that escalator
Harder than a rock passed through a cheese grater
If I am the moon then you
Do you really
Wanna split the future?
Be by my side
As the days
Come and go
We're one step
Away from pleasure
Look in your
Eyes and there's
All I need
the scene
Every time I gotta wreck it
Ima get gold one day on a record
I got told that I got one second
Cones get punched like a game that’s tekken
Aye
Cunts
the Patti, what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (oh)
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Just the other day I got a starter kit
(An M is
you wreck yourself
Going on my Instagram, you wanna stress yourself?
Them man there don't wanna see no young niggas popping
Nights in the cell, they
BIG ISSUE
Big issue
Big issue
Come and get it
Come and get it
They pass you by, on the other side
They turn their heads away, from your gaze
with diamonds... limo service
Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX
Fans by the millions, catrillions
Tickets sold about two million
At the Great
sleepin on them humans
Aint no stoppin what we doin by
On my days off
On my on my
On my days off
Yeah, yeah
Yeah my quality of conciousness is
Something
the good stop
But don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
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