Big Spill

Yo pass the Sprite dog
Aye what’s up CookUp
My cup runneth over
I’m blessed
Sheesh
I mean I’m just not the one
For real
I’m all out of sympathy, you know bro?
I really feel like they should know by now
I’m the man, I’m the man
Was then, I still am
Now they wanna ask if we still friends: no
Where you been? Where you been?
Right here where I am
Could have knocked you off then and I still can, woah
Do a lot of shit that I can’t feel
But they ain’t ever round when it gets real
Pulled up big body on some big wheels
Full cup: it’s gon' be a big spill
Lil boys waiting on a big deal
Lil boy thinking he a big deal
Put ‘em the corner, yeah sit still
Get this guy a crib and a bib and a kids meal, sh
Me and my squad bout to get real rich
I got a vendetta on some Kill Bill shit
Blood gets hot got no chill I’m lit
I don’t really know nobody built like this
Yeah, the ‘Ville is mine, the south is mine
Once they out of sight then they out of mind
If you say my name then you’re out of line
I know you lost your way but stay out of mine
It took a lot of patience and a lot of time
A lot of pain on a lot of nights
A lot of writing on a lot of flights
A little luck and a lot of fight
So it’s only venom for my enemies
I know they not who they pretend to be
I know they shopping for identities
Rats, roaches, and centipedes
I’m back-stroking in the open ocean
My baby tell me I got no emotion
I’m so ferocious I’ll drop an EP with no promotion
Then go back to ghosting
You can see in my eyes I’m hyper-focused, never slacking
We gon' ride until the tires smoking and the leather cracking
Talk in code like the wire’s open and the feds are tapped in
Hope you get the message
I’m a step ahead and that’s in every direction
Think I owe ‘em here’s the debt collection
They want me dead—I keep resurrecting
Put a call in to my Ritz connection
The black 19 is my wrist protection
Black Eyed Peas, yeah I got a feeling that they fake flexing man the shit’s
depressing
Still mall shopping, it’s all talk
No small talk got me call blocking
Big dog I’m a Rottweiler
And I start barking when y’all walk in
Paul Walker do the stare and drive
Lock eyes and she paralyzed
Girl, I never been scared to die
I know these boys and they terrified
There’s a lot of names I won’t even mention
Ride with me you my Eva Mendez
I see the bullshit in three dimensions
Honestly I like to feed the tension
The love and the hatred I’m finding a balance
They talking and talking and none of it’s valid
You know what they say about hard work and talent
But when you got both it’s not even a challenge
It must be be something bout my mindset
Guess I really have my mind set
All we really have is hindsight
And I know how to use mine right
They hate to see it but they still be lookin at me filthy thinking they could
probably be me but it’s not so easy
Bobby Flay yeah I’m really cookin
Bout to do ‘em greasy
Please believe me—no one is safe and everything fuel
I pity the fool who think he can move
You don’t want to duel
Try drawing on me and I’ll get you erased
Tell me what you want just like Ma$e and it’s done
It’s not even a race you know Jason the one
You cannot chase at the pace that I run
Still running in place in the place that you from
…still running in place in the place that you from
…still running in place in the place that you from