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eddie kaine & big ghost ltd - roundtable meeting lyrics

walk on, walk on, walk on. graham, big bull, keno, big ghost, uh, r.i.p

[verse 1:rim]
we bigfootin and it’s not a myth
but don’t catch an open slab with the fist
and the part and the pain for the dividends
cover my lane. it’s the spicy n+ggas that throw salt on your names
you ain’t the best of you. just attached to it like bedbugs
we show the work like a pay stub
and them corny gestures you do screen caught gesture
it’s easy to call them out like alexa, let the fifth talk never lapse. when we all on track, it’s james harden when he drive in the lanе. it’s a big walk

[verse 2:]
raising h+ll, teacher said. i fеlt that the age of 12 cajun sale dropped on a knife. they make it to the 12 back at six deuce and 1212 duck and 12 work off the scale
split shifts. it’s 12 to 12
nosy little n+gga. i used to stand there looking
hand to hand, pushing bare hand cooking
beer face justice staircase, getting p+ssy days, playing hooky. last days they push me. started bullying the bullies

[verse 3:]
smash yo big walk uh yeah, this car don’t crack. turn the voltron flying bomber on scotch bonnet, ruptured spine, face with a hundred eyes. old mystery man, she tripped on the p+n+s. envy slimy. all the d+ck, the century overly s+xual splash baby. all on a lover. stuffed $1 million in the tesla infernal paint. his unmeasured internal affairs unpredictable felon frequency rung the bell of god. valvoline. grease hit the target. doctor jekyll and mr. hyde. you ain’t wise enough to stay alive

[verse 4:]
yo! one trophy, two trophy three trophies. four trophies
stop recruiting so they ain’t no more trophies
you putz out of pocket like a b+tch that sold you gunshots to the upper body is gonna fold you like the people when they sit you in that room
all that gangster sh+t out the window
now you actin poor big walk who hotter than we bigger bay shore, long island. it’s me, n+gga
[verse 5:]
it’s big brooklyn. we some bare knuckle brawlers up a nightcrawler
stand taller than any big coin or money talker
big warmer than any squadron got a mismatch. call the iso
welcome the only island young boy wildin out. drizzy come from the bottom. get busy. need a bag. f+ck stardom. see you different like waves. pardon me if i still smoke. you gotta shock ’em i don’t do the karate i’m the hottest under 30

[verse 6:]
big walk. y’all n+ggas taking baby steps
bench press, the weight of the world. and i’m doing crazy raps
laid to rest. left a stain on his avirex
my heart like life. ammunition it ain’t made to test. sped off. shifting the car tires i spit like you. trying to get grip of some barbed wire a n+gga been fly. but lately i saw how you and i been a piece of god. so call me your lord. sire

[verse 7: eddie kaine]
this was playing this fam get your sh+t together
far from messy no lying know who kick it better
sl!ck talker sasquatch it’s the big walkers
they can’t see me i just leave the footprints on them
play for the green tryna see jaylen brown figures you need a hustle if you want to hang around n+ggas
in the different classes proving, not debated. walking across the stage like a f+cking graduation
i just keep the family close ’cause y’all fake it
f+ck if they give us the spot we gon take it

- eddie kaine big ghost ltd lyrics

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