Lyrics:
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
Oh oh my god it's Slicka
I pull up with a block and a baddie with me
I don't hang with no one I got issues man
He got issues with me I hit triple
straps hit rats rolling in them buckets
[Chorus]
Born Allah, can't hide y'all, Chief Big Balls
Sweet Daddy Amazing grace came to blaze the place
have it all
Stalkin, walkin in my big blue Chucks
They take this man, maddogin, ready to biz-ust
Yeah I walk through the valley of late nighter
love me
With my brothers, smoking tree
Beat was made by Big Gucci
And my flow is so damn clean
Got them saying, he's fourteen
But his voice is so damn
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
hit a homer
Marge - comprende' - hard - aldentay
M.J. - Jordan or Jackson
Only difference is, I ain't fuckin' with these kids
Shyne - Big, a problem too
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
a check I'm selling weed
I'ma hit it every time got felonies
Gotta get every dime I need me
This shit Big Tyme where Weezy
Run up on me free me like B.G.
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop
Was back when Big Nose John was my human beat
The lyrics specific, the ocean Pacific
The album explicit and I'm only spitting the truth
And if by lake or by river the water be working, the Nibo be lurking
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit
know I'm gettin' the bread
Cause everything I spill ill I'm
Kinda sick in my head the gun I grip so big
Even if it hit you fingertip you'd be dead
But
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
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