Now I'm a keep gettin money keep rockin shows if you think that it's impossible I'm a make you bitch niggas believe and I shocked the world you niggas ain't ready you pillow talkin with these hoes I'm on the grind gettin fetti they say I'm on ecs, I sip syrup, I flip birds but nigga I be chillin with my little girl in a whole 'nother world but look at my fit, look at my bitch, look at my wrist, my charger got full blown a's yeah my shit is sick boosie this boosie that well boosie keep a thirty strap my dawg he shot the murder gat but boosie took the murder wrap and bail money to me like leaf on a tree it's plenty more where that came from better ask my nigga Tee my nigga Youngster got me backed up the click den got strong Head Bussa got some days but wait till Donkey come home I'm so anxious to hit the top it's a shame that's why I ont understand how these rap niggas be playin them games I'm from the hood where the good grow daily these niggas start hatin when I rolled my first
Mercedes most of em congratulate me but fuck dem my family dey glad I made it ice all over my body now I'm acting baby.
Look at me now you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad bitch look at me now when I ain't have shit it won't all this mad shit Look at me now you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad bitch look at me now when I ain't have shit it won't all this mad shit
[Verse 2: Big Head]
Guess who in the building you already know while you dolla stack paper mine already grow Big Head The Dome Doctor the father of flow young disciples let me in cause god at the door don't get mad cause I'm grammy and I started ya hoe pimp a smile when you see me wipe the sweat off your robe walk on Bright Street and then ripple walk to the store take a picture if my chain got you watchin me whoa. If you holla I'm a holla back that's for sho but I got enough friends I ont need no more I'm ligate boo I ain't gotta speed no more all cush I ont smoke regular weed no mo you under me my nig I ont scoop that low you probably die when you see a big coupe that glow I emerged from the suit kitchen now I got a new kitchen why ont you look for my top because my roof missin
I went from bottle chains to diamond rings went from eatin out a corner stores to poppa do's went from recording da trillest man with neutral acts to recording shit with Mannie Fresh on crucial tracks you need to get like that ya stupid ass nigga and get on ya shit and er'time you playa hate the sicker I get look at me now nigga I'm lookin good you can tell I ain't from round here if I ain't in Baton Rouge nigga look at me now I'm the shit on the streets if I ain't in yo cd you better start fuckin with me I'm up in the streets so I know when a nigga discussin Lil B and I ont never pay for pussy I'm fuckin em free my attitude gangsta I never change I'm the real deal Holyfield up in this game get ya bread maintained that's the motto crystale off the bottle actin bad in the tower while they swallow nigga look at me now.
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