Lyrics:
the pieces all together by the end then what's the point in trying to finish
No I'm not suicidal
I'm flipping through the Bible feeling like a new disciple
Chrome Hearts cross, I'm Christian (Chrome Hearts)
Sippin' on Dirk Nowitzki (Dirk)
Bought me a spur, big Bentley (spurt)
I'm from the Nawf, put a hole
don’t call me canzy
I’m a diamond in the potholes, no one has found me
It’s the mentality I’m rolling by
If I was born a loser I’d be committing suicide
I handle business by myself, don't need a secretary
Only my engineer and producer are necessary
Success is coming and it's not finna be temporary
Now
My other ting got sum ambition but always been making cases
Say i'm animal try then tame it
Them boy fake
Them man hate
That girl way too rude
Them
to see if one day I'd be rich
I used to have shirt sizes too small and too big
None would fit
I understand why people punked on me so hard back then
I
a quarter till, bet I make him come by three
Nigga can't hype me, shit is unlikely
I like niggas who be ballin', but he can't buy me
Bitches can't try me,
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
crying
First class we don't fly that
G5 and it's private
Everything we get is big racks
We don't sleep yeah it's big stacks
Yeah, I'm kicking ass
dismiss them
This last year I done changed a lot I'd suggest that you listen
And watch what you say bout me cause my boys know they ain't missing
They'll
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
rich shit
Closet full of Gucci, all my niggas keep that big drip
I don’t even got front
I don’t gotta flex
I’d rather put on for the set and then collect
been a real bitch and there's a reason I'm a boss
And I don't fuck with fake thugs, real life big soft
Wanna fuck with a shark like they ain't seen
DC for twelve hours
But it's a pint so I pass it to Tunechi
In a big body with twelve lighters
Three pints, six coochies (damn)
Word to the boss,
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with
going up
They don't know what I'm saying (Ha ha ha)
Oh that's your big homie, big brother
Yeah you ain't see him again (Uh uh uh)
Live by the sword, yeah
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
She don't make me rich
I had to get it by my 'lone
Call it what you want
I'd be livin' wrong if I
Ain't take these risks i got keep it on me
This fame
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