Malcolm Chester - Big Homie
Call it what you wantI call it how I see it
Yeah alright ni**a how you see it
I think we'll name it fake
Okay now park your brakes
I might just take your plates
Like...like
Ni**a give me all your cornbread
Look this what my old head told me
I had no bread
"Only spoiled ni**as get depressed about the gold
'Cause, a number is just a number
And they're only going to grow
What the f*ck you gone do when it all blow in smoke dog
Over here we judge a ni**a by his skills
They can give you bills, but they'll never take your shield
Thats the knowledge of your past
And the passion for the build
Keep listening to God
'Cause your fates already sealed dog
Okay I get it and that's true
But if my partners starving what the f*ck am I gone do
Faith won't feel their tummies
And the passions I pursue
Are only temporary when you're trying to feed the crew
Plus this Checkers getting old
And progression's moving slow
And these ni**as getting bold
They tried to rob me near the store
And I never thought to carry
Because I never had before
I could've became a statistic
With my brains spread on the floor
But by the grace of God
You still here to share the story
This is time you give hime glory
See a lot of ni**as buried
And you're right here still breathing
What else is it that you're needing
Sounds like you are complaining
Life's a gift and you're a heathen
You got a house and home
And a girl to call your own
And fucking fancy phone
That you always seem to break
At least there's food still on your plate
At least your father's still around
And you got a mom to thank for all the love she pass around
Bruh you a clown
And shit you don't deserve a thing
I wouldn't look up to you
If that's the vision that you claim
Besides, think about your purpose
Don't be ruining your name
You ain't nobodies role model
In fact you should be so ashamed
You ain't nobodies role model
In fact, you should be so ashamed dog
Written by:
Malcolm Chester
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