Lyrics:
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
need to pretend
Therapist tell me I don't need to defend
Therapy tell me I don't need to explain
Just drop the record on the needle and express my
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby
group
They gon keep on commin out with albums
Wait till I catch this nigga, he lied to me
This did done tell me some stupid bullshit
Wait till I catch
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
lame
I don’t want the change and I just
Want the dollar slashing these niggas call me
Mufasa Talking that shit we
Grab by the collar
I got it you want it
at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me
Blackness, tell your bitch to fall backwards
Fuck a hood pass, my shit's for all-access
Killing tracks like this we call practice
Any bullshit y'all twist
[Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick
niggas like some plastic (like some plastic)
Count my money by the brick, I'm living lavish (livin' lavish)
Boy, its all cap, you ain't no savage (that's
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
Okay... you said 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it here
I go by the name of Shadow
Yo, yo flow miss me, buy vodka, get pissy
Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms
on em
Bitches we shining on em
Bitches we shining on em
Money on the kitchen table
Boss at the chairs
Talking dollar signs and getting
Money over here we
all these niggaz out rentals
Skr nigga then I move I skr nigga then I diss ‘em
Yes I’m on my bullshit
Yes I’m on my bullshit
On my bull shit
Yes I’m
to the board see a lotta boxes
Bitches see a boy and their mouths are frothing
Chains glossin'
Bitch
Trash Wang niggas
Thrilla we da killa
You can tell
all these niggaz out rentals
Skr nigga then I move I skr nigga then I diss 'em
Yes I'm on my bullshit
Yes I'm on my bullshit
On my bull shit
Yes I'm
Astro on the beat!
Nigga just woke up with it
Fresh out the bed watch me turn my swag on
Like I'm SouljaBoy tell em' who did it
Brodie bought
fuck 'em
Little shit speaking on, boy, I done done it, talking and up's where I run 'em
Two lanes what I switch in that, told 'em test me, I get hot like
Deep
Money Savage smashed the city, can't say you ain't heard of me
I'm talking PSC vs DTP, D4L vs DFB
New Orleans boys had came out and set up shop
Since the beginning man had a grind
So I figured out it's our time
Yeah, to have this mission on our mind
Trip, tell em' boys why you on on your
Oh yeah
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
Oh
Bongo By The Way
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
Yeah
Now
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
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