Lyrics:
guardian of the analogies
Automatic bullets with the words I rap casualties
Came with a bigger flow Big Show go Bam like Bigelow
Instrumental I kill it
missing those Dipset beats (yeah)
Really missing Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB
Prodigy and Sean P
Got me pouring whiskey on the concrete
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
float by
She just topped me like a demon
But she came off so shy
Shit got me back up on my pedestal
Taking me up off is unacceptable
Anything i drop is
I'm doing
And by what is worth
But I ain't got time to waste here on earth
The day that I step out my
House for the last damn time
Give it everything I
nightmares into wet dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho,
Mr. 305, AKA
Mr. Snort Yay, Spit Rocks, Made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot
ass cheek, we jus met at the end of last week
[Chorus: Luss]
Gone! Fucked up by the end of this song (faded)
I can smell the weed in my bong
Girl my
Caught by many, broke two fuckin' arms, son, engage for bail
Beat the case, got my big gauge, back as well
With rap, you can sing such amazing tales,
Music industry plankton kissing my ass
And the million dollars I made last year
It was one of the few really
Important things that I've been blessed with
this real street life
And that's word to B.I.G. (uh)
I'm the type to analyze ya (what)
Move swift like Kaiser (uh)
My appearance surprise
County
Miami 305, big Tigger, salute
I know you did it last year
But this one is another one
We keep it hype, never calm
Green carpet flow at the BET hip
of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine
cops keep quotas up
Creating fake fears
By circling the blocks
Will it ever stop
Probably not as long as big brother
Has the overall watch
Fuck these
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
real)
Couldn't hear that, I need to run my life (nope, word)
I'm like the big king and she like my queen wife (no doubt, done know)
She lookin' good in
now got poker face at me ya
If we sync Times Square imma drop 123
Tory 'round my Lanez still won't give you LUV
It's small world Big Sean BIG
Had the X
one day
Imma be the best
As BIG Sean
I feel blessed.
Cleaning up my mess
Was mentally depressed.
Opened my eyes
Watch'n what I say
Cause a lot of people
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
I really need a little bit of weed
To wake up the sleeping beast
You know that I need my coffee
For the best version of me
Been doing everything that
cheat, gotta steal
Gotta kill just to get by
I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies
Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride
it round this time of the year
Moving up from thousandnaires
My version of the streets to blunted fans
I write to inspire one hundred mans
So check it
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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