Little more weed, first class seats
Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means
She was wet off the bat
Big playmaker quarter back
Wood chain with a jesus
Ego big as a bus,
Big and fat, as my big fat oak
The street slang i be speakin in code
Make room for the groom married to his music
I eat big. i dream big. i need big
But it seems like a scene outta flick
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,
With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus
Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,
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