Letras

I'm effin' awesome, I be chiefin' with the rastas
Yeah, I put that sauce to your noodle, makin' pasta
Live fast, give a rat's ass, crash, la bamba
Walkin' nightmare, right here, I'm a monster
You ain't seen the half, no, you canʼt hold a quarter
Pounds in the drawer, if you see it, I'll destroy you
Boogie man, but I ain't hiding in no closet
I'll be at the ATM, jackin' for deposits
Shoot to kill, rollin' like a coupe deville
Super skills, super duper vicious, get the truth to spill
Iʼm consuming pills, tell my pain to come back another day
Get your girl wet and sticky like the summer rain
Getting hummer brain in a hummer gassing like the price is down
Tell 'em I'm swimming where the cash is
Give me space, space
Big man doin' big man things
Sick boy, my whip same thing
Stick up kid, I need everybody hands up
I'm so disrespectful and this here the anthem
Big man doin' big man things
Sick boy, my whip same thing
Stick up kid, I need everybody hands up
I'm so disrespectful and this here the anthem
Rapping for the heck of it, trapping be the element
All you other yapping, getting passed like excrement
Dashing for the presidents, dead ones better then
Hashin' for the presidents, rappin' for the heck of it
Always landin', I'm the captain, I'm the pilot
We play hide and seek, she hide her kitty and I find it
Give me space, space
Big man doin' big man things
Sick boy, my whip same thing
Stick up kid, I need everybody hands up
I'm so disrespectful and this here the anthem
Big man doin' big man things
Sick boy, my whip same thing
Stick up kid, I need everybody hands up
I'm so disrespectful and this here the anthem
I'm riding to the wheels, she putting on some mileage
I bring all the money to the house, then divide it
If you donʼt see it, donʼt mean it's not surviving
It just all happens when you're looking at your eyelids
Boy rock like noise coming out garage door
All y'all thuggin', ain't thuggin' what you hard for?
Conscious rappers preaching, with **** on they snot pores
All yʼall wack, my blade cutting like a lawnmower
Gotta less, blowin' ****, call me a Kennedy
I get more spread legs than a centipede
I be super stubborn, never listen what they telling me
Simply donʼt care, you could tell it to the rest of these
Please, please, gimme space, space
Big man doin' big man things
Sick boy, my whip same thing
Stick up kid, I need everybody hands up
I'm so disrespectful and this here the anthem
Big man doin' big man things
Sick boy, my whip same thing
Stick up kid, I need everybody hands up
I'm so disrespectful and this here the anthem
Written by: Konrad Abramowicz
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