[Verse 1: Big Breakfast]
What up New York, what's happening?
From ma**ive backpacks,Manhattan to Staten
It's drastic; Hell I made it
Haters stella paging
Chicks finna get busy in the elevator
Damn, b**hes wanna stick me for my paper
Mad riches hidden in the safe
Prob, richer than the kid with..
8 years later his chick raped him
What a shame huh?
[Verse 2: Big Breakfast
Yo, forgive me when I fib
And I fake but say something
And you can catch fade like tape-up
Rich kids afraid to face the face us
Shout out to skechers, and kick it like Shape-ups
Found out she's pregnant, I kicked it like an 808 ba** drum
Kick it like an '88 skate punk
Kick it like a ladies bu*t
Kick it like I don't wanna say what
...
It's like Mike's the light skin Tyson Chandler
And......
Fans girlfriends might try to wife him
His white grin has might of been iced then
[NOT FINISHED WRITING THIS SONG]