I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm getcha ho
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Ichiro
Rosé, that's my nickname
Cocaine running in my big vein

Self-made, you just affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same [bad word] that I'm penetratin'

Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the [bad word] felons, where my dogs at?
Uh, I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white I just might charge you double

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

These [bad word] mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least

Look at yourself now look at me
You can't see a [bad word]  I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my [bad word]  crime pays

So [bad word] a [bad word]  I'm self-made
You a sucka [bad word]  I'm self-paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on the head of a snitch [bad word] 
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

36 holes leave you bleedin' family
Words in them thirty-six o's in the kilogram
Blunt tip, armors like caviar
Wild and out, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car

Out the passenger, lead in the automatic
For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off [bad word] around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off
Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors

And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the [bad word] start

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