Lyrics:
shit
I swear to god these niggas can't
Mess with me a lil bit
It's Lil Snupe i'm the hottest in the J
I put on for my state
And I swear to god tell you
leaders
By our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behind the scenes
God God God
A voice cries in the wilderness
God God
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
my mafucken crew
Protect reputation just pull out the wrist
They don't give fuck what you say or think
Too much sauce you might slip (Slip)
Sauce look
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
the hint and rise) And thanks a lot for the gold
and frankincense but...don't worry too much about the
myrrh next time. Thank you...Goodbye.
a big fan
I shoulda said "Hitman"
That nigga wear veneers too
Smilin' ear to ear too
For years I used to be buck
But I had to straighten up
Just like
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
Big Stepper learn the steps
Earn respect with connects 'cause
My word was kept (Yes)
Swerve the 'Vette like Sean
Paul for more medicine
Fur gon' slip,
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)
Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)
We got the funk doody don shit,
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
Sweden
Swinging by my crib that's for no reason
Bringing drama with you that's every season
Teasing'
Like a preview but my life is a movie
Fucking with me
shithead bitch
My diamonds and the Lex say it's time to flow
Wonder how I got rich, they say I rhyme too slow, so
I'm from the "O" I for what I know
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
waiting on God for a change
To make all the pain that I got fade away
To make all the dreams I got come my way
We didnt come here to play man we came here
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah
When they view ya
Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where
(dog) is hairy like my shih tzu but smell like zoo shit
I got a new stick I just copped for ya
So chop at ya caesar with the K
I am Junior Mafia
I'm too
Forbes, I been studying the Bible
I am not a god, nor a poet, nor disciple
I have never fit in your descriptions or your titles
I go by Big Steppa
She
your power
Which is why I question, what the fuck possessed this coward
To unload on his best friend whose 16 years old
Cause he got check by my Unc for
Ain't got nothing in common
Motherfucker and thats just common sense
Came in the game, 8 years prior
8 years later, your mans on fire
My Book of Eli,
And remember, nigga
I was young too, let's go
Made it out the hood and some, I'm on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain't have to ask for it
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
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