Roundtable Meeting

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 niggas 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:Smaccz]
Raising hell, 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 nigga I used to stand there looking
Hand to hand, pushing bare hand cooking
Beer face justice staircase, getting pussy days, playing hooky
Last days they push me started bullying the bullies

[Verse 3:Emilio Craig]
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 penis. Envy slimy. All the dick, the century overly sexual 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:Spoda]
Yo!
One trophy, two trophy three trophies four trophies
We been stopped recruiting so there ain't no more trophies
You poo-puts out of pocket like a bitch that just zoed you Gunshots to the upper body is gonna fold you
Like the people when they sit you in that room
All that gangster shit out the window
Now you actin poor big walk Who hotter than We bigger bay shore, Long Island. It's me, nigga

[Verse 5:O Dawg]
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 , fuck stardom
See it different like waves part 'em and if it's still smoke
We gotta shark 'em I don't do the karate I'm the hottest under 30

[Verse 6: Passport Rav]
Big walk y'all niggas 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 nigga 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 shit together
Far from messy no lying know who kick it better
Slick 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 niggas
In the different classes proving, not debated. Walking across the stage like a fucking graduation
I just keep the family close 'cause y'all fake it
Fuck if they give us the spot we gon take it