You missed that tearing muscles make you big
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
And of course, my car's off course
Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,
When i was 11 got the toolie thick
And my name too big, and my gang too big
From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb
I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst
Heard the sound of several gun shots
Quit tryna be the big boss
Make room for the groom married to his music
These wussies pretending to stand big
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price
Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,
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