I used to be the smallest nigga, now I'm the big ballin nigga Comin down grippin wood, keepin these motherfuckin bitches callin nigga

I used to be the small nigga, now I'm candy crawlin nigga

Bag ain't right catch you on the next pack nigga

Yo' shit ain't locked when ya hit it with the soda

Everybody else with the same stamp got A-1 yola

Bitch, who taught you how to cook food?

The next time we both gon' drop seven in a pot fool

I bet I come back with 29

Bitch Snow blow up - make the dope fiends flow up

It's all about the ducks mayne, the stash spot tucked mayne

A hundred packs stacked inside my Cadillac truck mayne

It came from cross the border, I bring 'em cross the state line

And if they catch me wit 'em I ain't fin' to do no state time

But see I'm trill, if they get me I'ma take mine

And you ain't fin' to hear about me talkin through the grapevine

Fifty-fo' and shit poppin didn't go P.C.

It's (UGK 4 Life) bitch, that's on G.P.

Oooh; reppin and retrievin, hustlin, dollar danglin

Pockets used to be leakin, but now my pockets hangin

I came in the game with a prayer and a wish and a hope and a dream tryin to do my thing

with a digital beam and a mayonnaise jar and a razor blade and an ounce of cream

Posted on magazine when I'm in 14, servin them fiends in the middle of the night

Tryin to get my money right, gettin my dick sucked in the broad daylight

Clockwork, work around the clock, by myself when I go clock

Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks, on the block goin block for block

I used to be the smallest of ballers but now I'm taller

It's a shame what that 'caine and that soda did with that water

Ask your mother or your father, your sister or either daughter

or them ballin ass pimpin ass niggaz from Port Arthur

I'm a starter, I go harder, mix the soft in the pot

Hit the hood, up to no good with jugs and whatnot

All gas, no brakes, no shake, just rocks

Been gettin gooder with a gang of chocks, it don't stop

Ghetto superstar, with candy on my car

Apple cranberry juice mixed with the bar

28 inches in the air we are

Two pimp niggaz in the area

With them P.A. niggaz, Rap-A-Lot mob

Salute to the president and I don't mean Barack

Fire up the sticky, let the champagne pop

And the big thick yellows to they knees best drop

Yeah I used to be the smallest, now I'm tallest on the yard

I'm straight up hard, I'm smilin like Bob

I'm pimp tight! MJ, act like you done heard of

Mister mind my own business, I'm the lesbian converter

It's brains at the top, at the bottom assholes

I done grew into a whale, from a fuckin tadpole

I ain't playin, I can look, y'all mean straight face

I'm back like Kobe Bryant after rape case; boy!

You lookin at a nigga that went from puppy to dog

From tadpole to frog, from pig to a motherfuckin hog

I be smokin on a swisha, that's bigger than a log

And makin up a batch that's as creamy as eggnog

The Feds log every move that I make

So I keep on switchin clothes, switchin cars, switchin plates

They ride behind me undercover in the Rover

I cross over four lanes of traffic to fuck them hoes over - hol' up

Most drug dealers doin life in the pen

Or spend they last 90,000 on a droptop Benz

Uhh, and I'm a Trill representer

I pray every night that I still (Ride Dirty), I'm a sinner

If he try me I'll leave his shit on his lunch kit

Sometimes I wonder how I got off in this fuck shit

Then I look around at the cars and the clothes and the jewels and hoes

Ain't no secret, it's all exposed

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