Lyrics:
than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody want to have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
I can’t deny - oh I
I do much better, better, better
with you by my side
find me in the river
my heart isn’t bitter
I’m better tonight
I'm not dead yet - not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You'd better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet
I been
yeah gunnin
To blow us all away
Backstabbing cowards
Devour
To spread their hate
To spread their hate
We’re better off just being by ourselves
We’re
shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, may you change for the better
Back when Martin King
I got your Shawty by my crib, I call her mamacita
She knows that I'm realer, getting bigger my name getting bigger
Look I'm everybody's prey, I'm
the hand
Take me by the hand
This better be for something important, a bigger plan
This better be for something
Take me by the hand (Take me by the hand)
your soul
Be careful, nigga, you better be humble
We living whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to? (woo, woo)
I'm not the one you
we took up singing
And his pride grew greater day by day
And I know his eyes grew misty
The night I sang up on the Opry stage
[Chorus]
Now his
be blowing yall minds like Cobaine bitch
Shut up shut up shut up bitch
Stop talking to me I don't want amends
But I got new plans
Bigger better things
like fun in here
We'll be richer in here
Be better in here, in here
Sounds like I'll find love here
Will be different in here
Dream bigger in here
In
would I chase a nigga?
He say I should be nicer, well your dick should be bigger
He said, "You better be good by the way that you bragging?
I hit him
launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayed
Whether a spitter or a quitter behind the trigger, approaching his prey
His eyes bigger, won't stop
(Yeah)
Ooh
Smoke by the fire like my hot cocoa (ho)
Ooh
Life has its lows and highs like my yo-yo
So I'll drift away to the better days
Yeah, I'm
another one, twist another one
Off that indo
That's my medicine, need a bigger lung
Fame going to my head, call it wisdom
Now I need racks, yeah, Wimbledon
the world's so shiny
Golden whining (they gotta love me)
She feels so tiny
This is just not enough
Where's the better stuff?
Double G for the tease
Hundred G's
you knew but it's what's left
Let me catch my breath
Let me try and start explaining this
We always say we want to have it bigger
We always say we
It's been months, it's been too long, long
Baby, you know
Fuck what you're doing now, quit
Doing that right now, baby I
Got better things for you
They make us move along
And sing our misfit song
Stop using causes to get bigger applauses
We're barely getting by
Livin the real deal
The attention
call ourselves
Soon as we got a taste of wealth
Now we sound like niggas with a
Bigger arsenal on our shelf
Trained and schooled by G's
Death before
a winner
And every goddamn day it just keeps getting better
And every goddamn day wealth just keeps getting bigger
Stand by my side baby bet you'll never see
a n**** reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the n**** leash
I was once told by my n**** Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
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