Small People

Bet you never met a nigga that be ill as this Lyricists that be killing shit Doing whatever I got to to fulfill my wish Got me going harder than gorilla tits Schooling mother fuckers need a syllabus So I thank god that I still exist And go make the money talk with no ventriloquist See I got that drive just hope I don't crash it Promise I have seen it my nigga and im talking about without glasses Looking at the bigger picture superficial cause I really want a better view Only room in the schedule for the revenue And when you starving everything looking edible (break bread mother fuckers) All I know is grind for mine until the pine my spine If it ain't dime for dime can never find the time (Im) draped up in a fine design that's why the bitches be feeling me like a sign to blind Sware it ought to be some kind of crime to be hating on a nigga when he trying to shine So if you got a problem with it get behind in line To get the f*ck off my dick instead of trying to climb As the smoke in the mirror gets clearer see nearer to home Sick of that bullshit you hear in a song So im changing the game got them cheering me on Be all in they dome like a ear to the phone And other than god ain't no fear in my bones Thought they was on but appeared to be wrong Cause your boy set it off like the year when its gone (Gone)