Lyrics:
I been thinking bout you
Money in my hand, baby girl, we ain't lonely Speedin' through the city, spending only
Hunnids out the window in the Bentley
Yeah, nigga
I said
If we can't get this shit in this city, nigga
We gone pack up and leave, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' about?
If we don't get rich
a Sauna, wartorn and forlorn
Live from Scar City, raise your Swords and blow your Horns
It's live from Scar City, where Scarcity's the Norm
The Formation
functionin, 52 states, I'm bumpin in
Humpin in, operation, flowin and pumpin in
Big willie, Crystal, isle's and Phillies
Don't act retarded, I'm guarded by
carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city
Southside of the city
Really Crippin anybody get it
Couple niggas got bodies wit me
Better watch them niggas
2 drakes 1 shotty wit me
Big drip got styled by
Down at the quarry where the big birds fly
The sweet perfume of the great by and by
I keep my nickels and dimes
I hold your hand in mine
I can show
the nighttime
Will tonight be enough
If we don't ever win
Our only witnesses the stars above
If I never see you again
Big city dreaming
Take me away
The man in
in pain, your mom just had the abortion
Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew
Have you scared with crack pipes? Your family throwin'
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
Big trap, big packs
Only spittin' big facts
Big rich, big
Uh
I'm good
Uh
I see things that they don't see
(PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though)
I see your pain through the skies in
flaw
Your album sales proves you’re not that hard
You getting crucified on these damn blogs
Cause you don’t got bars
And you don’t got heart and you got
Dici che spacci e che spari shots, sei ancora piccolino per fare il Tupac
Devi crescere ancora e diventare Big , l'orologio segna l'ora, presto sarò Rich
in broken dreams
Like a mother does her sons
We were scattered 'cross your dirty streets
We were dying one by one
And you held us in your city lights
out of bars
Big 45 might bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out your dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
the city of sin
Tip back home and we at it again
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
the fuck of it
Travel wit the rich, politic
Put your money on my dick
Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy
Park Hill, Staten Island seal
Rock the real to real, we
an' everything to lose
I took a train down to Yonge an' Bloor
c corner that shuffles the rich an' the poor
Toronto set me up for the big win
Toronto
Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
this, like fuck it right bitch
I ride 'round my city, XD like I'm Disney, big choppa this five fifty six could get busy (556 Get busy)
Bitch got my number
with the chickens
I put your ho on the mission
I'm selling white like Iggy
I pay the price for your 'fiddy
The foreign exhaust keep shitting
I'ma big
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