Lyrics:
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
In the fights they had he'd cover up his ears
Thought big boys don't cry, fight back all the tears
Mamma'd use her makeup to hide the bruises
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
be a rich and
I-I-I wanna be a rich and famous (famous, famous, rich and famous)
(?) by living in a Malibu mansion
Wanna be a baller be the boss,
an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood
Why they gotta say it like $hort? Bitch
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs, stay on the porch
Blow the whistle
Blow
fish, toss salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slanglord'll throw the Arabs
In the dope fiend, vocal chords switch laser beams
My triple sevens
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
I was raised in a canyon
By the country music station
In a richland deserrt dust bowl
And the radio towers would scrape the low clouds
And sway when
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time
cake
I want to die like a rich boy diving
In a hydrocodone dream
You can die like a rich girl by me
Oh how the magazines will read
I 'll die like
rich, dues, I done paid a few
Smokin' weed by the zip, millions, I done made a few
State to state, I'm stackin' up and staying out the way
Big bag, I
Comin with that mob-ass shit, it's a hit bitch
Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch want to be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold
1-0-1-7 (poppin')
BigWalkDog
BigWalkDog
Big 1-0-1-7 (ayy)
Hey
Hey, hey, hey
When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with
niccs drip or shine I will never die (die)
Rich gang
Big Bank
Shawty started fucking on a nicc tryna hang (hang)
I done made hell hella cold out
G5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper, call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, power, respect, three the hard way
real arrogant
Big money so we blowin' it apparently
C-cash money, young money, yea it's all family
Birdman, Weezy they payin' all salaries
And I'm
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star
yes, I think I would like that
To be rich and have
mind's on gettin' reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't
I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since...I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time
LA, LA
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
go somewhere
Get a little crazy
He's rich and I'm wishin', um
He could be my Mister Yum
Delicious to the maximum
Chew him up like bubble gum
I'm his
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