Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put
It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
Just tell me that i ever meant anything
Took the form of a human being
A childhood being suppressed,
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Tryin have a big amount
These sb's ain't never coming out
Swore i was a big shot
True, indeed, i don’t rep no block
I thought it'd get better but
Lifes a big garbage truck
But i know i see better days
A big brawl, kill you anyplace,
It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb
Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism
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