C.Flow - Small People Lyrics

Bet you never met a nigga that be ill as this
Lyricists that be killing shit
Doing whatever I got to to fulfill my wish
Got me going harder than gorilla tits
Schooling mother f*ckers need a syllabus
So I thank god that I still exist
And go make the money talk with no ventriloquist
See I got that drive just hope I don't crash it
Promise I have seen it my nigga and im talking about without glasses
Looking at the bigger picture superficial cause I really want a better view
Only room in the schedule for the revenue
And when you starving everything looking edible (break bread mother f*ckers)
All I know is grind for mine until the pine my spine
If it ain't dime for dime can never find the time
(Im) draped up in a fine design that's why the bitches be feeling me like a sign to blind
Sware it ought to be some kind of crime to be hating on a nigga when he trying to shine
So if you got a problem with it get behind in line
To get the f*ck off my dick instead of trying to climb
As the smoke in the mirror gets clearer see nearer to home
Sick of that bullshit you hear in a song
So im changing the game got them cheering me on
Be all in they dome like a ear to the phone
And other than god ain't no fear in my bones
Thought they was on but appeared to be wrong
Cause your boy set it off like the year when its gone (Gone)