Lyrics:
vocalin'
That's my man
Shout out Big Des and Knight
It's all about the next generation
That's what we here for
The next generation
Of course to Jung,
must have a team
Decaydance, preferrably, that'll be next for me (hint hint)
The rest'll be history
Plat i um until they stop listenin'
Then your baby's
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
looking for him
I'd play my little songs in the car next to you boo
She bob her head and say, "damn! Oh, that's you?"
But by the last anthem, I was feeling
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
Don’t worry ‘bout a thing
Don’t worry ‘bout a thing
I'm on the rooftop
Surrounded by the stars and the views hot
Ain't nobody thinking 'bout
from Jamaica
She sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in
from Jamaica
She sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in
To Ye and Hov over there in Philly
I was up in Paris man
Standin' next to Diddy
And he introduced me as BIG
And told me I was killin'
And not that I was
You numb to my voice
You can't erase this, I'm by shift at bible course (Die!)
Big wavers can't hold me, forget it
Big haters want try me, forget it
me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side by side you
'Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia
a big flex
He alone there is no next
In all things, I put God first
Close to his heart like a school crest
So you touch me you get no rest
Till you repent
can chase it
From the bottom the basement
I see my name and bright lights
On big screens
Times square billboard
Doing them big things
And it ain’t
Had that pack in my briefs now big packs in my sweats
I got my foot on the gas and they necks
I just be thuggin it cause im up next
I got my foot
thing down
Next thing I knew, he was running around
So I chased that pig down wanted some bacon
So I had to go to his big brother's house
Said I blew that
Big plans, we got big big plans coming up in this mother fucka
Six hands, it was six hands when we came with mathed up off the cuff nigga
And that
niggas
Shout to big hustlers on the train saying they got money but not
BX, BX, BX We next, nigga
BX, we next, we next, nigga
BX, BX, BX, BX, BX, We next
around you
But it's hard to point and say "there"
So you just sit on your hands
And quietly contemplate
Your next bold move
The next thing you're
what it seems, everybody wanna be seen
On the cover of a magazine
Everybody want big things
Everybody want big dreams
Everybody want bling bling
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
and see
Two brothers in a big blue Nova
The girl put a three-fifty-seven to my head and she said "Pull over!"
Next thing you know we're
had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts
The next day was hangin' day the sky was overcast and black
Big
Niggas steppin' up in ya face man whats next
Talking crazy now a mother fucker upset
Watch what you say 'fo they coming at ya neck
With my niggas
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
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