笨小笨Small Pond (Explicit)歌词由sirreal&Fleshxfur演唱，出自专辑《The Red Album (Explicit)》，下面是《Small Pond (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Small Pond (Explicit)歌词完整版
You lil Drown on dry land guppies, You don’t shit where you eat, little puppies
Yall cannot come for me, Yall just a son to me, Frontal lobotomy, (brains)ho’s won’t get offa me, They cannot come for me, They just a son to me
Piranha in a gold fish bowl, I do what I want, They do what they told
You got a limp wrist and a big bitch, we Big fish, In a small pond
Used to be enough to go around for everybody’s dish, now it’s all gone
Breakin that bread, making it work, If there’s food on the plate then We taking it first
Cakin that worth, blazin that purp, Running the globe, till we Shakin the earth
Winnin-everything-and-it-hurts, They drop a bag, I’m winning the purse
Guess it’s a gift and a curse, try to stay humble but know what it’s worth
Everybody sayin that they next to blow, while they sitting right next to blow, making this heat everyday of my life, while I’m sitting right next to bloke, , That crowd boo when that heel turn
This, Sir-in-the-flesh and that’s real-fur, Rap goals, I see Merk, Imma Sign-the-line, When that deal firm, Shoot from the hip bitch this is it, Imma gauge pump with the pistol grip, uncut raw, they distillate, Kill a whole damn crowd dead just to spit, The wait is over like a generous plug
They-cannot win if they bet against us, Every development Levelling up,
Bars hit the gym, n they shredded as fuck, Travelled to hell and bought me a t shirt, not finished, my pen isn’t either, Revert to a creature,, you invented a menace with venomous ether, Spit dope till my Teeth hurt, Scour the isle for the Deadliest feature (Flesh)
paper chase got me Running till my Feet hurt, You-a-student, pay-respect, to-the teachers
You know that we about to go, big fish small pond, now we Going Global
Got the city in a chokehold, big fish small pond, now we Going Global
You lil Drown on dry land guppies, You don’t shit where you eat, little puppies
Yall cannot come for me, Yall just a son to me
Frontal lobotomy, (brains)ho’s won’t get offa me
They cannot come for me, They just a son to me, Piranha in a gold fish bowl (snappin)
I do what I want, They do what they told
I think that I've gotten too big for my britches Can't grow in this cage, in these horrid conditions They’ll put the dog down cuz I'm snappin, I'm vicious But don't come direct cuz they passive aggressive But I just got bigger ambitions I just get so bitter when bitches Try n talk on my name when they not in my lane If I see you in public, on sight, we got issues I got the city on my fucking back Pop a rappers ego call it bubble wrap How you resonate with anybody with that kindergarten spittin gotta kill em with precision like a Hitman with the double tap Keep the circle small so the blunts always double back Blazing my own trail skip down this rugged park Rubber bands/body parts, either way duffle bags Stick to your same ol trash but good luck with that My squad all creative degenerates It's like My problems created my benefits Cuz I Harnessed all of em cuz I ain't pretending that i be something that I'm not im just a legend with penmanship N they bullshittin I can smell what they stepping in N it's All fake n it's just not to my preference i just Spit facts make a record look effortless Every rapper say they got it but got nothing for evidence Need to move to Cali gettin cabin fever need some fucking space I need some bigger features Need a record deal n need a wider reach n I need to feed my daughter, gimme something Jesus I been manifesting for my proper placement I been sitting patient waiting taking Nathan I feel something turning I can almost taste it Mark my goddam words cuz I'm the fucking greatest
