Lyrics:
niggas like Popeye
When I walk by my kicks pop eyes
I got the drums bitch no Popeyes
Eat competition like pot pies
Back in the days when I got high
spread the money
Big America what's your agenda
Sit and listen while we seeing millions in prison
Big America filling my head with hysteria
Big America
head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
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
Ooh, lil' boy got that heat
Everything big dog status, you know what I mean?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we
motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days
'em (we whack 'em)
Every day, buyin' new guns, we active
Big booty bitch, from the back, make it tap (tap, tap)
Brand new hundred, two stick, cant
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's
I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with drunk
By the end of this song I'll have a new liver
You'll have a new lover
I'll cry you a rivers cuomo
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
of your day out at Ascot
A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig!
Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
seconds (no)
I'm from the 1600 so I don't fuck with no 32nd (woah)
These next few days you know we rocking know we gon' wreck shit (wreck shit)
Rest in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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
days
Sever old ties tread the waters very carefully
Getting prepared mentally for big changes ahead
Ill grind and work for my dreams til death
But i
no such things as no strings attached
These days you're already under control when you're hatched
Hypodermically injected into a sperm or an egg
Well
on the right direction, bout to go and make some millions,
And I spent it with the team huh, bout to go
and flex hard, left to right, whipping out, going big
Make millions, make millions
PDK make millions, make millions
Miss T make millions, make millions
Don Charlie make millions, make millions
Zicco make
deserted
Artillery man
Is everybody dead ?
Journalist:
Not everybody
Look !
Six cannons with gunners standing by
Artillery man:
It's bows and arrows
in the DNA
Mi ConA, Mi Stone, big risk is for big win
Scary dream deserve Adura nla
You can’t have million dollar dreams
With 18k minimum wage
O’le Ma
Power shirts and yellow ties -
GRUB:
And good intentions -
D:
Big ideas -
GRUB:
Forgotten by the end of Happy Hour
CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH,
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