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Lil Big Homie
by Semi Envy
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Look, I’m just trying to keep my legacy alive
Blame it on my ego and my pride
I ain’t never letting sucka shit slide
Niggas hate but it’s disguised
That jealousy be bleeding from they eyes
But it’s bro we need to link when I arrive
You be telling shorty lies
She telling me that ima whole vibe
My Credit good ain’t need a co-sign
Really all I needed was a digi and a vacuum seal compressor
Looking for the plug like my phone died
Really took risk, really took trips
Niggas claiming that they bosses up but niggas ain’t this
You got ya dawg booked when you sent him on a lick
I got my dawg a book entitled think and grow rich
And he been balling every since Mello played for the knicks
Little shit I think about while dipping lobster in my grits
Yeah crown on my head and my wrist
Niggas doubt me I tell em this
Little Big Homie, Lil Big Homie
Really the youngest nigga from my block with a rollie
Told my youngin you can either be a boss or a parolee
Lil big homie Lil big homie
I Put put niggas on they feet never said that you owe me
When I was down bad wasn’t no one there for me
I lost niggas to them fed raids and them door kick in
I give my young niggas the game like they forfeited
They gave Tay his third strike like 4 inning
Then they killed D some nights I feel like I was gone with him damn
So much trauma in my life you think it’s glitch’s and glamor
Ima rapper but I ain’t really used to cameras
Most comfy round trappers and a couple scammers
Scio Second generation me sai and hammer
It was just us diamonds in the rough
Don’t ever put no money or no clout before the trust
I was ten toes in the cold on the bus
Dropped me off at the dealership then jumped in a truck
Yeah, It was never any handouts
Wasting Days in the trapp until it panned out
They told me focus on ya raps instead of handing grams out
That’s when it panned out
Little Big Homie, Lil Big Homie
Really the youngest nigga from my block with a rollie
Told my youngin you can either be a boss or a parolee
Lil big homie Lil big homie
I Put put niggas on they feet never said that you owe me
When I was down bad wasn’t no one there for me
Look, I’m just trying to keep my legacy alive
Blame it on my ego and my pride
I ain’t never letting sucka shit slide
Niggas hate but it’s disguised
That jealousy be bleeding from they eyes
But it’s bro we need to link when I arrive
You be telling shorty lies
She telling me that ima whole vibe
My Credit good ain’t need a co-sign
Really all I needed was a digi and a vacuum seal compressor
Looking for the plug like my phone died
Really took risk, really took trips
Niggas claiming that they bosses up but niggas ain’t this
You got ya dawg booked when you sent him on a lick
I got my dawg a book entitled think and grow rich
And he been balling every since Mello played for the knicks
Little shit I think about while dipping lobster in my grits
Yeah crown on my head and my wrist
Niggas doubt me I tell em this
Little Big Homie, Lil Big Homie
Really the youngest nigga from my block with a rollie
Told my youngin you can either be a boss or a parolee
Lil big homie Lil big homie
I Put put niggas on they feet never said that you owe me
When I was down bad wasn’t no one there for me
I lost niggas to them fed raids and them door kick in
I give my young niggas the game like they forfeited
They gave Tay his third strike like 4 inning
Then they killed D some nights I feel like I was gone with him damn
So much trauma in my life you think it’s glitch’s and glamor
Ima rapper but I ain’t really used to cameras
Most comfy round trappers and a couple scammers
Scio Second generation me sai and hammer
It was just us diamonds in the rough
Don’t ever put no money or no clout before the trust
I was ten toes in the cold on the bus
Dropped me off at the dealership then jumped in a truck
Yeah, It was never any handouts
Wasting Days in the trapp until it panned out
They told me focus on ya raps instead of handing grams out
That’s when it panned out
Little Big Homie, Lil Big Homie
Really the youngest nigga from my block with a rollie
Told my youngin you can either be a boss or a parolee
Lil big homie Lil big homie
I Put put niggas on they feet never said that you owe me
When I was down bad wasn’t no one there for me
