Lyrics:
finna make it big up out my city like notorious
Feeling like a bad step child ain't no controlling him got something to move call Lyft and we gone follow
growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split
The game's run by homo pimps and young blacks the hoe.
Chor: Last song, Last Song they say life is a blessing I tell them they be dead wrong.
Last
like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all
Didn't get no hand-outs
I did it by myself
Bitch left when I was down
I did it by myself
Never had a big dawg
I did it by myself
Countin' hunnids all
Ain't a stripper but I'm coming for them dollars
Get it by any means, wrong or proper
The day I was born
Gang starr released full clip
Since then I
the depth of our sins like
Saved now then we get to heaven, homie by His grace we win twice
We came in this world, spiritually dead, skating on thin ice
Forever in pain
Cuz I'm kinda insane
Something wrong with my brain
And every song is the same
I been sippin and smoking
I'm ashy need some lotion
I
me
Could never be another me
Hallelujah
God is good
How you benefiting if you Robin Hoods
I thought I said I was notorious
You dead wrong
Violate
Back to back in my head
Reminiscing the dead
See lights of blue and red
Phone's tapped by the feds
Yellow tape losing my friends
I'm struggling
Niggas tryin' to spin on me? Where the fuck y'all spinners at?
Two pumps on me, (huh, huh) I'm Scott Steiner, a "Big Poppa" shit
Yeah, we born sinnin', but
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
the party so you know it's not dead
When I say I'm in a fantasy I don't mean I'm dreaming in a bed
Let's embrace it, by facing whatever it is
Money is what
the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big
flex like Audemar
I wanna run round around the mall
I been hitting leaks I'd never go wrong
Never go wrong no
Never go wrong no
Never go wrong never go
"Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Turn me on dead man, turn me on dead man, turn me
[All by I Self Divine]
[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax,
my city and in it
I remain notorious that's word to biggie
So where are my Zoe's at
Where all my Hoes at
That carry Big Macs
And be about that
Break
Pirelli prolly ordered it
How the fuck would I know
I been livin' broke but its nice to dream notorious
No biggie, I just do it manifest it imma sorcerer
Tempted cleverly with outlets of the energy I waste
Wrong investments where my energy was placed
All these haters wanna cop the image by the memory they
Marcus Garvey thinking real big not too notorious
Right or wrong if the guys did it I'm sticking with gang and never been sorry yet
Know we shouldn't we do
dead for a year every night
Until I realized that I'm running out of time
Fighting all my demons now I'm feeling so alright yeah
Big cap
Big cap
Girl you
into the man i gotta be
Takin this back
As a youngin niggas around me was notorious so big in my hood
They livin real red pill Morpheus its crazy
and captioned every audience
Everything I do gets B.I.G. like the notorious
Staying in my lane, no boundaries and it's obvious
That every minute I spit in
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