What can I say?
• Written by BigMac
I'm just a nigga with a nappy fro and thick glasses
Dark brown eyes peering through the lens at the masses
Different than the rest, always smiling and laughing
Diligent, nonetheless, Nowadays I'm surpassing
Y'all crashing, you can't touch this
Niggas are quick to bust they clip and contest
My lyrics will leave you RIP, clutchin' your chest
Rest in pieces, Y'all shouldn't have come against
Big Mac, I'm destined to make like eight figures
I'm a little prejudice to bitch niggas
always hated how their essence lingers
So, don't put me next to these pretenders
I come up to rock the show
I pick my fro, let it grow
I constantly roll my dro
I got sorrow for no hoes
What can I say?
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BigMac
Member since July 23 2014