Lyrics:
Kevin,
the children began to tease him, and call him Gopher Boy.
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
soon a crowd
Roley on me
I want da stars on da ceiling
I want da big booty bitches
I want da Roley on me
I want da Rari Rari
I want da stars on da ceiling
I want da
and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat
bitches some muzzles (Yeah)
Ride with the stars like I’m mother fucking Hubble (Hubble)
Abe, jack,(Big Bills) to Ben Frank (Yeah)
Bossed up now it’s digits
hood
Mehn No chit chat real niggas earning the big bag
I fell in love with the street life smoking inna E class
I'm feeling fly no retard we reppin out
said he could make me a star,
one of the biggest things the world had ever seen.
The big time was calling and I was on my way.
He introduced me
love it, cats with big budgets
We be gel two jets and Tar Smith luggage
Clowns talkin' rubish and pretendin' they thuggish
But I'm a young livin'
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
a second chance in there
I'm a high-functioning shooter, yeah, I'm big on astrology
I'm always looking at a fat dirt star every chance I get
I'm off
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
could be stealin they booth
Probably cause I'm platinum, we dark, could be chillin at two
(The south west connect, big chains on our neck
Boy give us
[Featuring Star Polite]
[Method Man]
(There...there?)
One more game
Yo uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder blunt smokin
spinnin and blunted
I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
Yo, okay, it's Diamond by the way
Niggaa, I'm a big dawg, really hard to see me
Wanna see a star, boy, go purchase a TV
The hoes on my dick, why you
and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
drugs, I'm rollin' J's by the two
Straight relaxation, got our feet in the pool
Stars on the ceiling when we go back to my room
guilt, but
It's right by my side, there's nowhere to hide, oh
I make big money, drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
Virginia
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
around corner by the housin
The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zuke with the batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
(what?)
Love rodeo (black star, i am a, what?)
Love rodeo (wow) don't act like you don't know me, don't do that (what? drop, drop, drop, wow baby)
You will
want
All the stars along the way keep it real every second
Big Martian they call I feel like I'm big
I'm not a nigga I'm a fucking hybrid Turk
Your man
Ooooouuuu all the cash and the cars and the stars don't mean more than you
All I need is your time and heart to show love for me
We can chill under
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