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Gotta be out yo mind
If you think I slide
Without that on my side

Haters wanna take my style
They been trying for while
But they can't come close by

its nuttin’ to be proud of 
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust

twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world

And soon they ain’t gon need to see I.D
Cause everybody bout to know me like B.I.G

I’mma do what I want to
I’mma ride for my city no left behind
I’mma do

Why does everybody seem to have such a big old motherfucking problem with Generation Y
What'd we do that's so bad to make you all so mad and think we

Boy look like a rockstar
Bout to rock out
I can't be embarrassed
They can't catch me with my pants down
I been getting money
I don't need nobody hand

these motherfuckers
She getting down for mini gang
Issa big maintenance saw
Tapping on that booty like im making dough
Yeah im a asian god, aint nobody

Yeah, you know son
You know um, It's things I need to tell you man, for real
Growing up in Harlem man
And trying to explain what it means to be

I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go

gladiator
Wether it's luck or by design I'm chasing after paper
Target practice leave our mark boy we so mob
Rey and Ricky Ross the biggest boss we go hard

at the money dropping
352s in the shop I be hoppin
Like a nigga never run outta options
Dreaming bout millions when I go to sleep
Niggas be hiding up under

spill
He make big deals
He ain't get signed to Hit'svillе
He take hit's still
Thinkin' 'bout Crumbles in thе club
I let Cris spill
Before I signed that

There's a million other people
With the same pain
Gotta be the one to release
The heat streak
Not aiming for the best
That's kind of a sneak peak
At least

on my shoes, got the brews by the case
Rajon how I spit it in your face
Bro I'd rather be sorry than safe
Call me at eight
You know me bro I'm all ready

I was fourteen and thought by now
I'd be a superstar 
I was eighteen and knew 
I had to choose a path
I was twenty on the bus
Dreaming of supercars

In my zone
When the instrumental be like 19 hunnids
That shit get me running
Na na na na na na na
Yeah I think i got it, yeah
Dammit Louis is lit

a leg up
Might be another man down
So it's a wrap like saran, these plastic niggas must die
They getting rolled til they see double the prize cus i
Need

date no lil nat Florida swoop

Honestly, I ain't never gonna be a president
All I really need is for my wrist to touch a president
Surrounded by

their hand
Put me in a coffin, I'd rather be a dead man
We'll sleep from exhaustion, the weed that we inhaling
Big boats start sailing
Travel across seas

of Horror, Seymour after Seymour 
N*gga
Remember the first time I sold seashells by the seashore
Now me and Los buying property, DC after B-more
And this my

you, I'd probably fuck me too
If I was you, I'd probably fuck me too
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me too

I'm from the Big Apple
You could be a grown ass

Buss It Down

Big Shaq

Buss It Down

2019

you say I can't rap? (What?)
Triple platinum, no cap (what?)
Triple platinum, that's Shaq (Big Shaq)

Ayy, four by four and it's black (it's black)

there's big money callin'
To walk would be a hike
Doing wheelies past the cops while he pausing at the light
Bookbag full of dope; just as raw on the mic

tell me what's the meaning
Gotta B-Ill, by my side, Kel & Keenan
Young nigga so sick, yeah, he tryna touch a million
They done brought my dogs out, YBK's