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young gleason - big reputation (feat. big reputation) lyrics

[verse 1: gleason]
still over this, don’t care about reputation that’s why i’ve taken the p+ss
every song i’ve made since ’14, now i’ve got those golden hits
you man obsessed with that golden sh+t, you ain’t reactive at all, could compare you to a poltergeist
shooting targets i ain’t even set yet, i guess you could say presently i’m still over this
still over sh+t, i remember faces like they’re a photo+grit, i’m on some photo sh+t, still cold with it
cctv shows i’m still owning it, microphone stand cold i guess i’m active, still honing it
f+cked the game once or twice, still boning it + skeleton flow you’re all broken sh+t
spin you around once or twice, now you’re distorted sh+t, you ain’t over this, i’m still over this
don’t joke or twist, you’re too old for this, 89 until then i’m the older’s kid
switchblade and hold this, don’t care about flows since gc man disown this
88 and 1, 89 man it’s stonecold with this, written in the rocks, grab that chaser and mix, still over this, still over what?

[verse 2: big reputation]
i see mandem chatting about “stop snitching” then they end up grassing like a lawn mower
i’ll cut these pr+cks down to my size, i’m five foot four but you’re a lot slower
don’t care ‘bout yutes + what yutes? only ting your girl’s pushed is your smack
i’ll reload this bar, no cap. i’ll shatter man into bits like bric and brac, f+ck that
when b.i.g.’s on the mic, they know i’m spitting facts like i’m hurling henny
you ain’t biracial, you’re whiter than the eastenders or williams, wendy
b.i.g.’s rapping trendy, i got adidas shoeboxes but i don’t collect trainers
i got guns in strange places, i got ammunition in more than 3 cases, you can’t retain this
i come like the secret services, the men in black is the closest fictional depiction of me
i’m like a flash in your mind, a blur in your best opp’s memory
hit you with a can like once upon a time, b.i.g.’s on nursery rhymes
schooling these mcee’s with assembly rhymes, f+ck these mcee’s with petty ‘lil crimes
you aren’t real ‘less you done time in a max like you’re on a madness
b.i.g’s on a badness, b.i.g man i’ve had this, b.i.g, man+ yeah

- young gleason lyrics

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