Breakfast With B.I.G.

If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls Any mother fucking more there go the Devil knocking at my front door If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls Any mother fucking more there go the Devil knocking at my front door Sharp as a switchblade call her misbehave the way she take beatings Get away with murder then call Annalise Keaton for the treatment Jiggz is my accomplice but I acted like I ain't see shit You the type to fold under pressure start leaking secrets Nah that aint the shit bro told em I plead the cinco Five-eight but over beats sound like I'm six-four More pain than a window she like my innuendos New school nigga but my game like Nintendo F*ck who open doors this be that Bruh-Man from the fifth floor Criminal psychology Eurocentric philosophy Lied to the thirteen colonies walked past the pastor told him Lucifer's inside of me that was the same day seven nuns tried to body me Told my soul it's a robbery niggas be voting like it's gone help Give your baby a game boy with c-4 in the hand held Circle so small sometimes I talk to my damn self If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls Any mother fucking more there go the Devil knocking at my front door If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls Any mother fucking more there go the Devil knocking at my front door I had this bad bitch uptown she was a thot Had to cut ties in case niggas caught the drop If we had beef you still the op don't want to question if its real or not the blade reopen scar tissue f*ck if he heal or not Niggas bleed when its silent I hear my pops Been having nightmares trying to block it out Guest appearance you know the shooters popping out Ready to ride when the cops is out But scared to death when the cops is out Nothing to rhyme about dying's the new sport Niggas trying out behind these raps y'all been hiding out But I'm glad y'all made it from writing raps that were fabricated My real life is more fascinating from hitting licks To walking cross the stages f*ck massa' grabbed the masters At graduation hood nigga but MTA got me agitated to get around Need a travel agent a little aggravated don't get assasinated Enemies masquerading energy Larry Davis Twelve get decapitated Bronx twelve now he famous Every shot calculated gllllt bow that shit calibrated If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls Any mother fucking more there go the Devil knocking at my front door If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls Any mother fucking more there go the Devil knocking at my front door