You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust
Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant
By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book
Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put
Fuck that job been around that block
Swore i was a big shot
And still a nigga made it here
To give him a big record deal,
Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb
Whilst i roll up in a big ball,
I also have a cutie to call
But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school
Big screen, make ya wanna act a fool
Little girl for a big boy,
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
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