Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives
Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,
She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick
These wussies pretending to stand big
From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb
Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work
And my name too big, and my gang too big
When i was 11 got the toolie thick
Talking about big love
Niggas talk with limited service
No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic
You missed that tearing muscles make you big
Alcohol and booty calls
Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,
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