Lyrics:
They say hard work pay off
Think small, stay small
Lately I been savin' my crumbs up to keep the weight on
Makin' all my calls through blocked
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
Blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
They are small, and the fountain is in France
Where you wrote me
their souls intact, in fact, to such an extent that
I'll lay my life down to prevent that
I sold some shit and robbed some people, they'll probably print
bulletproof jacket
And put on the shirt
With the print that we made
Forgive me for leaving
Forgive me for coming back
To the world, we've built and destroyed
Ha ah
It’s lit I’m on fye with this shit I know you do not want no smoke
Small guy
I rather get on me a flight you rather get sent up the road
Not I
I hit it
I hit it hard
Put the pedal to the metal
Count my stars
Small steps
But I'm makin huge leaps
I'm going deep man
I can do this shit in my
make me small
Distort disaster, make you tall
This is my mind in darkest state
The road ahead is staring straight
If you want to know the fate
You'll
(why) I've gotta collect what's mine huh?
Stretch mark look tiga print
Switch lanes like tyga did
Say nuttin to just vibe wid it
Huh?
Phone line bling
a small exchange
It won't be much
But I'm rambling
Let's just get on with the deal I'm Itching for a
Miracle to make
Can you just
Lend your
tune out the noise, be still and listen for his voice
Turn of the sound, tune out the noise, God won't be silenced, I'll rejoice
Show me the foot prints
Oh
Oh
Foot prints in the sand and I'm the cause of it
I like to take control call me a monster in (yeah)
A small soul that once was alive
Never
And I can’t find the small, shredded US flag I took from your grave or my old cell phone, the one I used to take those pictures of your headstone. I
always keep a stick like a Disney star in 02
Or 03 I'm on Pluto only thing as small as me
I'm striking
Whole crew came out with beamers
806, that's addy no
In the club life running up the game on a brand new thing
Get set throw it back where I'm at
Lipstick print on my neck now my life is a mess
But imma
Biggie Smalls:
Frank White the desperado
Used to rock the all black Movado
The all black Eldorado.
All that and a bottle of Don P
Niggaz can't harm
wanted a mill'
Self made gettin' rich
Why the fuck would I need a deal?
Fuck how these niggas feel
(Ha) , fuck it, I'm Uncle Phil
My fresh prints
fucking on her
I was jealous when you both said
Her mouth was like piranha
Yeah, spend money like we print money
Buck fifty on the car
That's little Dent
Who led you to this hiding place
These lightning thread-spun silver tunnels
The red bells beckon you to ride
A hand print on the driver's side
It
Murder, small town preacher's wife"
The crime rocked all of Colbert County as each new fact came to light
It seems the Preacher had a girl he counseled
on, you naw give
Big up Raggamuffin you respect, him solid
Back to the issue wey wi di a deal wid
Down in a Jamaica is like old Vietnam
Print
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay
that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule?
How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power?
What perversion
They killed 2Pac, forgot about Will Smith
They killed Biggie Smalls and left
Us with Limp Bizkit
Like we would be too dumb
To know the difference
They
and E was fucking on her
I was jealous when you both said her mouth was like piranha
Yeah, spend money like we print money
Buck fifty on the car,
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