[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]
What up, my whole worldview fucked up
Punks with nunchuks should really get they guns up
No world for the poor, you gotta, gotta get your funds up
Sums up how I keep my lungs puffed
Thinkin' bout what once was, like Lugz
In the game with buzz, string, chain and the fuzz
My name draw shrugs and my brain got bugs
Pleaded "I'm strange" to the judge
Got my eye on some gats in my shopping cart
Nice bullets, only get 'em back if it open heart
Open my mouth, every line is poetry
You know it's me, my squad got knowledge of the G-O-D
Ya crew snake like a GOP, even Cleo could see
I make it P-O to the P, G
BBG, everybody love me
Since my birthdate, 68 earthquakes
93 hurricanes, what a fucking shame
Twelve million people died in an aeroplane
Even more lost their lives tryna gangbang
Yea, I cooled out, made beats, now I'm a weirdo
21 years old, waiting for my peers to grow
It appears I am here for the dough
G's for the show, can't come near the flow
Uh, Baby and I'm back, crazy with the rap
Yeah, I copped the navy and the black
Jan Brady in my lap, half a gram for 80
It's a wrap, chickens getting cagey in the back
Can't believe you tried to play me like I'm wack
Ha, never that, very clever cat
I'm very chill, dog, wave very old sword
Very nice armor do good for my karma
In past life, I must've been a villain
Everything kinda sucks, I'm real, man
What up, my whole worldview fucked up
Punks with nunchuks should really get they guns up
No world for the poor, you gotta, gotta get your funds up
Sums up how I keep my lungs puffed
Thinkin' bout what once was, like Lugz
In the game with buzz, string, chain and the fuzz
My name draw shrugs and my brain got bugs
Pleaded "I'm strange" to the judge
Got my eye on some gats in my shopping cart
Nice bullets, only get 'em back if it open heart
Open my mouth, every line is poetry
You know it's me, my squad got knowledge of the G-O-D
Ya crew snake like a GOP, even Cleo could see
I make it P-O to the P, G
BBG, everybody love me
Since my birthdate, 68 earthquakes
93 hurricanes, what a fucking shame
Twelve million people died in an aeroplane
Even more lost their lives tryna gangbang
Yea, I cooled out, made beats, now I'm a weirdo
21 years old, waiting for my peers to grow
It appears I am here for the dough
G's for the show, can't come near the flow
Uh, Baby and I'm back, crazy with the rap
Yeah, I copped the navy and the black
Jan Brady in my lap, half a gram for 80
It's a wrap, chickens getting cagey in the back
Can't believe you tried to play me like I'm wack
Ha, never that, very clever cat
I'm very chill, dog, wave very old sword
Very nice armor do good for my karma
In past life, I must've been a villain
Everything kinda sucks, I'm real, man
( Big Baby Gandhi )
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