BIG

Hair growin'
Facial hair growin'
Niggas' fat showin'
Niggas still glowin'

Anticipated all your latest shit
Man matter fact I was here fo' it
Whole world we was here fo' it
Camera flashin' like a polaroid

Pep boy
Got gas like pep boy
Never ever been a prep boy
Pressin' down on niggas' necks boy
West side where I step boy
West side where I'm born though
Cousins stay makin' hella noise
And I ain't makin' whole lotta DiGiorno

I never had to gain to rap boy
Never needed me a set boy
Lonely nigga I'm a startling nigga
Ask Hooper, nigga was the best boy

The shit everybody think that
So matter fact I prolly need rap
Sometimes I be feelin' fuck this shit
And start to worry bout the feedback
Sometimes I be feelin' run this shit
And never ever get the keys back
Love and company I need that
Girl ain't blowin' me I need that

Money start with me
What they say
Livin' comfortably
Life is grand
On the way
On the way, yuh

Back in the booth with no pay
She say I'm stuck in my ways
That shit make me feelin' estranged, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm bout to break the bank, yeah, yeah
Stack the bread and pray, okay, okay, uh, uh

Hop out the booth and I'm paid
Baby you must be my drug
Cause you make me feel right amazing, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Bout to break the bank, ok, ok
Aight Turner, aye

For we big one
[?] one used to stay right off that corner house
Go to Jack's store
I was waiting in a motherfuckin' Alberston's
You had on Shaqs though
To a real man, a young nigga like to win
Aye, that's a fact though



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Writer(s): Derrick Jayaire Woods
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