From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb
Not aiming for big fame
So we can live again
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
Big serg, we ready for whatever
And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights
His anger ignites, dreams were shattered of his name in big lights.
If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back
This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac
I gotta teach hoes
Mustache and a big nose,
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse
So check it out
Tryin have a big amount
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