You're too Litt, you're too fly

You're too Litt, you're too fly

Youre too Great, You're too Fly

You're too Litt, You're too Fly

Pins on needles, so I never danced.

I grab my sister, grab my vest, and im on Nodstrom Ave.

On Nodstrom Ave, tell someone to hold her hand.

2 seconds from that layaway where that dude bombed his head,

2 seconds from that way where that dude shot his head. Where **** calling Feds, falling on and off that ledge

2 seconds from that way where homicides they come again

2 seconds from that way where young **** run and get lead

Thats Sunday Bread, Thats Sunday Bread

2 seconds from that way where Aunty Savage found that head,

Thats sumtn they said, Thats Sumthn they said

But I still whisper back in church, inside the Sermon said,

Father God Pray for Us, may we all repent,

And live long, very long, so we dont pretend,

Pray for us, favorite one, may we all repent,

Ballin' mighty hard, walking like he's Scotty Pip

Somebody took your favorite heart, let It fade away

Somebody took your favorite part, but we changed the way

So many choices that we make, til that dying day

And then we fly away, and thats our dying way

And now they say treat it like a holiday, I hardly break

But I treat it likes its die today.

My hardest days came from riding round & robbery

My hardest days fill my pain, they always say,

You're too Litt, you're too fly

You're too Litt, you're too fly

Youre too Great, You're too Fly

You're too Litt, You're too Fly