Lyrics:
them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
looking up
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
I walked all over the world so I
Could sing my songs to you
And to your most desperate emails I said
"this is what I do"
I walk like thunder walk
to get to the commas
Niggas they mad, 'cause I'm big as Obama
Put that on my gang, put that right on my mama
Watch out for snakes 'cause these niggas,
to secret floors
Different rules and secret laws, from the roof you'll see the stars
Only fear boredom in a world of raw materials
Excited by potential,
nigger weighing 300 lbs
With the look of the Lord in his eye
He said my name is Dick Whisper
Yeah but you can call me Big Dick
And if you're looking for
To anybody that's lost a life can Rest In Peace
Everyday the world is getting crazy as we speak
Look in the sky its October summers almost over
Since
the torch?
Somebody? Anybody?
Haven't I taught you everything?
When this shit dropped, I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
Big dreams
Say
punch by punch
Get down and back up 100 times before lunch
Growing up, growing old, getting over it
Feeling small, feeling big, getting used to it
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
around with the world right there in the palm of your hand
And them cheaper sacks come back to back I'm over the influence
I'm empathizing with my girl
trace shit
Patience been my life story
They say the trials almost over
And I can taste the glory
It's hard to ignore me
With this big-ass chain
Or this
a mid-sized sedan world
Riding down the road with her tits to the wind
Looking for a chance to make it big
Mama identified the body at the LA county morgue
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
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
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I was gettin' it, I
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
get
Everyday thanks giving
The think all I know is how to make it Big
Am tryna make mama proud,and be a perfect Kid
That's why am
Am Good okay?
Am
But they ma press Rewind is not a mistake
from this day, till the end of the world!
they ma press ma music Rewind,
TIll infinity!
Until mama call,
no
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
looking right in that dress
Oh yes
Ugh
Cause you been popping all over my explore page
Ass looking even better here in real life
Other niggas want play you
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