Lyrics:
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
through my songs, ya feeling me?
Chorus [big ed]
Don't play with me brah (bitch who you playing with? ]
Don't play with me brah (bitch who you playing
hideaway truly
Hideaway hideaway truly
My country got
Raped by big industry
We'll just have to wing it
The concrete strips raw greed and king tv
They
of the story is
I'm not here to replace Notorious
I'm just a young cat tryna do his thing
Harlem World style, pursue my dream, 'cause see
The things that
Yeah, huh
My mind is a playing field for mental arguments
My thoughts are sayin' my emotions is who started it
My personality always conflicts
Noah Layne
Big dreams, pullin' off in the phantom
Big league, new national anthem
Big scene, pullin' out with the cameras
Big things, gargantuan
a factory job and runs a big machine
He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
Now the city's just a prison without fences
His job is just
things?
Hope she talk to me
I can't hear (What cha gonna do?)
You can't sit down like no one all by yourself
(I just wanna talk to you) And nobody
heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
Let me call this old bitch
See what this bitch doin' call this bitch
Raggedy-ass, shit man
Hello? Whassup? Nothin', whatchu doin?
Nuttin', just
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree
Who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree
Who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
heard her drawl, Southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back downstream Cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then
You about to get hit with
(What)
You about to get hit with
(Just say it)
You about to get hit with
Notorious funk, yeah you know its on my hit list
I would make around a bilie and be happy man forreally
You could never really see me, only seem on the TV
Im notorious like Biggie, Billionaire just
blessing
Thats a big blessing
Thats a big blessing
Thats a big blessing
Allday I Dream about success
Stay on the grind
Tryna get a check
Devil at my neck
But
niggas gone be together u know what I'm saying
I ain't goin' worry bout them really though
I'm just looking at you
Yea you know
You got them big
together,
Together as we know we'll always be.
In a life just begun this day will live forever
Like blossoms in a treasured memory.
Your big bouquet may
You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
And I'll be snugged up
By my fire-place.
Maybe feeding my little dog,
Or playing with my
playing in the burning sun
One with books, one with guns
Mama calls but just one comes
The other one runs
In a crystal sense of wrong and right
We were
I'm uptight
Playing by the rules in this game of life
365 days on the grind
Something's stirring, I might need to unwind
Then, there's you
A small town girl with big time dreams
But nothing's ever as it seems
A mother waves her girl goodbye
Then slowly hangs her head and cries
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