Big Tings A Gwan

[Verse 1: Rokamouth] I’ve got no fucks given for these whack rappers spittin' I just like to listen, make the [?] my position I supply them fiends, for that music they be itching Looking at my bedroom like it was my kitchen And I'm puffin' on some black music, I be so persistent I could make these hood tunes and I could make yo bitch wet I may have some issues but I be at my [?] And I ain't that different from OG's in yo district I clap heat and go hard Make beats and gold bars [?] Then she ought to go far And mail out that postcard No slapping with most off I’m clapping my own chart That makes me my all star These boys often roll by Pit stop, to get mine My mind feel inside They design my new mind Levi’s that slip wide True sign, I ain’t lying Yea, yo