Lyrics:
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,
playa that love to wreck
I got 25-G's above my neck
when I'm at the Cashattia I love to bet
should I take the Corvette or the bubble lex?
I put diamonds
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
artificial , so arty official
Not a role model but roll with models blacker than black cars
Summum bonum bonus points , haters hoist their own petards
Let me take you back to a time not long ago
I was never smart in school never made the honor roll
I was fucking up in the class teacher say you gotta
record labels for papers, press record, tape us
Chorus: repeat 2X
You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get
sweeping through the hood
Trying to see what's up on the loot
In a Oldsmobile with a big old grill
We roll real in a hot pursuit
I got's to shoot loving
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
hitz
I rap with a Stove
They say I'm on fire I might Stop drop and Roll
Hold up wait I think it's my time
I'm feelin' like 50 get rich or die tryin
I
nickname
Goat cheese running through my big vein
Sticking to the plan ain't shit change
I live by two words: get change
‘Cause getting the bag could really
of the globe
Yeah we good, but we ain't global yet
Like some 'dro with no rolls, the word co with no rect
See, it begins with the flow
Doing today cause
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
pullin in sun rays that be
buyin', we put a drought on lean
I never had it so I want my kings have finer things
No back seats any time we chiefin' with the team
Said that's by all
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
the scene
Every time I gotta wreck it
Ima get gold one day on a record
I got told that I got one second
Cones get punched like a game that’s tekken
Aye
Cunts
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
roll cause nigga it's my time
Peace to the homies from the Four and the Duece-Nine
So motherfuckers give me my props
And if you don't
My .9 is gon'
Because I plan on being dead by the time I'm 24
No laying foundations man I skipped that step
That's why we crashed down so hard I got nothing left
To give
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