[Intro]

I don't know what else to tell
I gotta make it outta hell

Thought that rung a bell
But n***as wanna see me fail...

These N***as kiss my tail
N***a we don't kiss and tell

[Intro 2]

Small Town
But I got big dreams

"Yale"

Small Town
But I Got Bigger Dreams

Weight Up On the Scale
(x2)



[Verse 1]


I told y'all n***as fuck this rapping
I Put that pen down started capping
I was slacking, I let that happen, and I regret I started lacking ...

"Bigger Dreams" ain't on the block
Lyrics, they ain't built for trappin...

My hands they still built for slapping
I got 12 disciples with me
Holding 60s , MaccinG
Cheesy (Glraa)
Slide thru just like I'm greasy
Won't pull up if you don't please me
I'm not tryna take ya V-V
I heard you hella freaky ...


See me ion give no fucks

I'll pull up and let em knuck
Watch em buck and suck , stuck ..

Then, put cuts all on they butt...
Hole in one just like a putt
Yeah, Sluts all on my nuts

You might just suck and make me bust
Don't fuck with trust cuz n***as fake
I'm bout my lust since females play
I'm on the plate but I'm gone eat until I'm safe

[Verse 2]

Y'all bringing me down y'all finding a way
I slide with my bitch , like Knight and the Day
You pop when, not round , but smile in my face
I'm tied of the shit , come buy me a lace ...
Shining so bright I'm blinding ya sight
I Come from behind i'm stinging like mace

Got dimes for the lime, a chime for wind you making a noise , I'm catching a case

I do not chase , I'm done with the phase , I shock like I taze , I'm stunned like A-Maze-Ing

N***as don't that know that I'm Cray-zee
You want all that cash , but so Lay-Zee

Gotta run up for the one time
Stop running ya mouth for a fun time
Finna write a metaphor for a punchline
Let the whole city know that its pun time
Fists Up Ain't around for the gun times

Lil skittle , make a riddle for a giggle
Run down imma hit em in the middle ....
Less time for a n***a spitting fiddles


Its complicated... I'm contemplating on if I make it cuz I'm on the way
And the nation hate it , yall can't fake it, yall can't take it
Imma still spit till ya traumatized
Imma cross the line and break ya mama spine
Call my white boys when it's drummer time
And they popping shots like it's Columbine

Throw hands, rumble time


Don't trick ya self

Got Whole Squad.. they'll make you shit ya self
And I'm so fly I gotta red eye on a pigeon shelf
That ain't make sense , and imma nice guy with the brown eyes gotta get right cuz I been living left

Jesus piece for my religion health

It'll make a n***a go and stick his self
Stay with ya self

You won't fuck with me
Well you lucky G
So don't buss at me


I Won't touch ya G
If you don't fuck with me
Cuz You just kilt ya self



Don't fuck with me
You just killed ya self


[Outro]

Small Town
But I got big dreams

"Yale"

Small Town
But I Got Bigger Dreams

Weight Up On the Scale

Say, Small Town
But I got big dreams

"Yale"

Small Town
But I Got Bigger Dreams

Weight Up On the Scale





Now, cut that shit...

How you do that bro ?



















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