Big George Bombs

Haha

Hey man, it's the Shot Clock King, man - I'm right on time

I'll tell you no lie, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh

I'm loadin' up big bombs like Big George and Frazier

Known in all walks of life, from California to Asia

Reykjavík, Iceland, all the way to Malaysia

All I do is push forth like goin' into labor

My teeth lookin' like the sabre-toothed tiger

The coupe spyder got the flavor

So step aside if you wise enough; flex? Your time is up

Thought it was peaches and pineapples 'til I sized him up

So calm it down when you enter in my compound

We ain't on common ground, get punished on this side of town

The Art of War when I draw, it's Picasso

Basquiat, Andy Warhol - bong, your mind blown

Swear these rappers ain't on my level or time zone

I'm a Sierra Leone diamond, you a rhinestone

Yo, why you comin' at me? I'm just livin' happy

Yellin' at me like you Lil Jon, I'll get Lil Scrappy

You never know what tomorrow holds, life is rough

When the bills come due and mom's worried 'bout stuff

And the letter on your door say your time is up

Remember lookin' for a job like, "Sign me up"

I ain't last long, uh, it just wasn't for me

I'd rather hit the streets and hustle, is that wrong of me?

Hangin' with the homies, trappin', puffin' on that loud pack

With a three-five-seven, hustlin' with wild pack

That was a while back, I'm more knowledgeable and aware

It's more ways to get rich, I'll throw that in the air

I hit Wall Street madman style, no way to compare

And the next day I'm flared, so it's hard not to stare