Lyrics:
I dream big and pray bigger
They ain't for you if they ain't praying with you
Be at your crib in like eight minutes
Feel like the walls I built are
room is my city
You're probably listening to this
Or reading this
Behind a translucent megatron of your own
So stay at home
Stay at home
Shun
like she just got beamed up by scotty
Like shawty I be stunting on these stunning bitches
We be bumpin bumpin
Always keep a spare joint in my back pocket
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy
c'mon honey sing, don't you, try to eject
_Slow Down_'s what you say, once my joint gets erect
Some try
on the trigger
Words like bullets blast the brain
Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass in a bar room brawl
Lay myself like a big jack rat
Limp and lazy
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
(By your side)
As soon as something
you can’t contain me!
Yo I need your data, you just can’t “say see ya l8r”
stop moving
... or I’ll break the glass?
Stop moving
... could I break
know what it is
But if you really bout your biz
You should hop up off my dick and
Get some money yeah
I walk up in the room I'm lit
By myself cuz I don't
(Oh...)
Hey...
Back and forth, around and around in your head
Your big day coming but you're hiding in bed
No, daddy's girl's crying in
watch the master catch wreck
Let's do this x4
It’s never enough
I rip mics with a delicate touch and when that elephant-
Bust into the room and consume
Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
horrified he looked upon
Standing there both big and brawn, supposed woman's name was Shawn
Forget your past, and drink until your last
Now raise your glass
now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinking in a bad way, losing your grip
Screaming at my face, baby don't trip
Someone
orange shade
I live in the shadows I feel like I'm blade to your neck
These niggas they showin' respect
Feel me in all life this shit train wreck
If this
the chess
Big smoke now you wanna hit that
Big tokes now you wanna live that
But you been chocked every time I lit that
Never wind down your window for my
a century long sixteen years
Since we lifted Sam up by the big ears
As the foreman wrapped upon the door
I swore I wouldn't drink for sixteen more
His face
on by this big tall guy
I saw her tell him in no uncertain terms
Get outta my face or you gonna get burned
He walked off like a hang-dog, tail between his
Nowadays they say I'm wrong
For wanting Nike over Jimmy Choo
Guess that's just the truth
Like the elephant that's in the room
Big guala
Big baller
Big
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